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"I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling."
— Jack Kerouac 

Sometimes solitude isn't so bad. I'm not saying anyone wants to be alone for too long but a nice walk with no one there to distract you from the sounds of the woods or the soft music playing in your ear can be a good thing. Thoughts flowing freely or simply muted by worldly sounds. I ran early in the morning today and there wasn't a soul around and then later on I took a walk to find some overlooked beauty and I couldn't help but be grateful for my times of solitude in the midst of all my conversations and day to day life.