The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude
As Voltaire once said, "The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude." Honestly, I couldn’t agree more. There’s something deeply comforting about being alone, but not idle. Some days, I wake up to absolute stillness. No footsteps in the corridoor. No one asking what I would like to do today Just me, alone. But here’s what might surprise you: I don’t dread it. In fact, I’ve come to cherish it. Yes, I live alone. Yes, I’m single. Yes, I’m older. And yes, I will admit. I often go out of my way to avoid people. Yet, I’m not lonely. For the past two weeks, I’ve been resting in solitude—not as a punishment, but as a gentle unfolding. I’m cocooning in a relaxed farmhouse in the plantations of Lamphun, where the morning ducks quack me awake. True happiness isn’t found in constant social interaction but in being meaningfully engaged with yourself. I’ve been learning to understand my emotions instead of escaping them. I’ve been getting reacquainted with this body — fragile, reco...
