Why Enjoying Your Own Company is the Best Feeling in the World

It’s a pretty thing—to watch the stars get undressed while you are all by yourself. There has been, for the least of the stigma, that loneliness is a bad thing—one that would only reciprocate a life not worth living. But the quintessence, no variable could ever substitute or why is there a rainbow inside my room at midnight.

For some, loneliness becomes a tragic shroud, while for the rest—a thing that will move projectile mountains. I mean, for the greater part of my life, I have enjoyed my own company in its tiniest bit. It was during the summer of 2011, nymphomaniac attire trying to house the nation, and I—sitting under the tenderest of the trees, waiting impatiently for a human to pass by.

But the reality, no one ever submits, but us who are born of nothing but a body which ought to be loved in its state of solitude. I have figured, for the art is within my own attire, one that needs time alone to re-energize itself into a new avatar.

Let’s face it, we have all been presented in social situations—where the air becomes so thick that it becomes incompressible, the mind wouldn’t function if it were to continue in this endless loop. I have, for the majority of the occasions, let myself out of this social conundrums—inside the comfort of my own skin where I do not have to fake any smile or ask of the band to stop playing that monotonous song over the frightening speakers.

A brand of imaginations, one that speaks to me whenever I’m all alone. It’s the one thing that takes me to new heights, werewolves at peace with the surrounding as there is no one to demand or what is my name when it does not matter anymore?

Being at contempt with your own company has to be the best feelings, in remoteness when the windows no longer bow or gossip about the unwavering room that is.

And creativity seems to rush like an incessant rollercoaster, one that is unique and unaffected by the popularity of the curious society. Pouring art like that, it’s the thing that baffles me most. People seem to have evolved thinking that being ‘alone’ isn’t a thing one would want.

But wait for a second, let the rhythm integrate into a new song, let its rays convulse with the summit of Everest, and let no one put you down inside your own skin. Write unendingly, thrust new sonnets on your ‘good days’ here as life—it’s the one thing that always betrays.

It’s a party, with no one to bother—and the doors to change only begin here. And for me, being in a social situation for too long will not only make me weak, but put me to my knees—with no one to console. Loneliness is never bad but the thought that makes it one.

-Yogesh Chandra