Solitary

In certain areas on my life, I actively seek out solitude. ...solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I'm aware of this danger -- probably through experience -- and that's why I've had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction. 

 Haruki Murakami - What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

Part of me says I can relate to what he wrote in this book, urging me to post this in this blog instead of the other one. Another part of me can't seem to grasp the meaning behind all these. He was talking about himself. But why, somehow, I feel like it was for me? I always do that. 

Solitude, sometimes, is no stranger to me.