Cherished gem: Solitude

I am forever stuck in a single conundrum: would I rather be born with the things I yearn for or seek it gradually through life, to properly appreciate its worth? 

     Only time will tell.

I enjoyed myself greatly last night. In the quiet of the night; while my feet were warm and snug under a fluffy blanket, I read about magic in a different world. My heart fluttered as I read and re-read the pretty lines, and nothing or no one could snatch me out of this magical universe. But it's not the same now. Even as I write this, a phone blares with a jarring tone. It's on my desk (but it's not mine) and the sudden discord hurts my ears. Voices, loud and irritated cycle back and forth--and my heart sinks. Again. But these feelings can't be spoken out loud.

For I had tried. 

    Some people have a unique habit of dismissing things they don't understand. In my experience, most people do. And unfortunately, I am not in close proximity to the ones who don't. But it just makes the highly treasured moments of peace and quiet that much pleasant. When the rare occasion of being the sole queen of the house presents itself, the heart leaps. Quickly put on a calming video and settle with a warm drink (thanks to winter). Bliss is attained.

                                    

Enjoying artists work their magic.

But incessant silence is not all that great either. Major silences with minor chatter are the golden duo! Perhaps...I can't be entirely sure of things I don't have. But when I do, it will be my precious gem. Until then I'll wait.