When I read about people in poor,
crowded countries who live with 20 or so other people in a small
shack I wonder, “Do those individuals ever get any solitude?”
When I hear about a multi-generational family that has moved under
one roof because of the bad economy, I wonder if family members mourn
the loss of opportunity to be alone.
But maybe I overvalue the importance
of solitude. I grew up in the rural Rocky Mountain West amid lots of
empty space. As a kid, I and my dog ran free. I left in the morning
and sometimes didn't return until dark. I explored fields where
cattle grazed, ran up and down mounds of dirt, saw deer on hillsides,
visited neighbors' horses, and rode them whenever I got a chance. I
came to love solitude and silence. Maybe not everyone has a need to
be alone. Maybe it's partly habit, partly cultural.
Then I come across a quote from a
great thinker or poet, like this one from C.S. Lewis. “We live, in
fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and privacy—therefore
starved for meditation and true friendship.”
I probably don't need to figure out whether solitude is a universal desire that occurs in everyone. I only need to respect that longing in myself and find ways to accommodate it.
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