Notes to Myself

I sometimes have a hard time believing that there is no right answer.

No one is wrong. At most someone is uninformed. If I think an individual is wrong, either I am unaware of something, or the other person is.

How then do I go about figuring out who is more uninformed? I generally tend to take away from the conversation the parts I don’t yet understand. I then internalize, compartmentalize and ultimately organize my thoughts into neat, processed and packaged ideas. I do this when I am alone.

I need solitude like I need food and rest, and like eating and resting, solitude is most satisfying when it fits the rhythm of my needs. A rigidly scheduled aloneness does not nourish me.

Solitude is nearly a misnomer. To me, being alone means togetherness - the re-coming together of me and nature, of me and being; the reuniting of me with all. For me, solitude especially means putting the parts of me back together - the unifying of myself whereby I see once again that the little things are little and the big things are big.

This process of breaking things down and putting them back together is as much a part of healing as it is growing.

Adieu. Navid.