consigliere on Nostr: "The weak see solitude as a punishment, while the strong, as a toast for reflection." ...
"The weak see solitude
as a punishment, while the strong,
as a toast for reflection."
🥃
At some point in your life, someone tried to control you by using solitude as punishment.
You were probably excluded from a group of friends for not bending to their whims, or you were met with cold treatment followed by temporary withdrawal, for not yielding to the tantrum of an upset spouse.
To my son, I would give this precious advice: before getting involved with anyone, learn first to be alone.
But he would only understand the harshness of these words after returning battered for committing himself to someone.
Or rather: for committing to the expectation of what that someone would be.
Then, he would never again be tortured by ideas. Blackmail would have no effect. Threats would wither away in poison. And if anyone tried to rein his mind, saying, “The day I decide to leave, you’ll be alone forever,” his knees would no longer bend, but his smile would grow, in an internal response:
“What was once fear is now the solution. Solitude is the womb from which I came and the mansion where I return. It’s where I rest and rebirth. Ministry of my strength. Nursery of my reflections. If I’m wrong, I remake myself there. But if what’s done to me is unjust, I find my balm in this time alone!
Thus, one learns that anyone who possesses an unrestricted portion of themselves, and is the master of their own freedom, will not fear exile or desert, for they will never be alone and no one can dictate their worth.
Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!
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A toast to our family!
as a punishment, while the strong,
as a toast for reflection."
🥃
At some point in your life, someone tried to control you by using solitude as punishment.
You were probably excluded from a group of friends for not bending to their whims, or you were met with cold treatment followed by temporary withdrawal, for not yielding to the tantrum of an upset spouse.
To my son, I would give this precious advice: before getting involved with anyone, learn first to be alone.
But he would only understand the harshness of these words after returning battered for committing himself to someone.
Or rather: for committing to the expectation of what that someone would be.
Then, he would never again be tortured by ideas. Blackmail would have no effect. Threats would wither away in poison. And if anyone tried to rein his mind, saying, “The day I decide to leave, you’ll be alone forever,” his knees would no longer bend, but his smile would grow, in an internal response:
“What was once fear is now the solution. Solitude is the womb from which I came and the mansion where I return. It’s where I rest and rebirth. Ministry of my strength. Nursery of my reflections. If I’m wrong, I remake myself there. But if what’s done to me is unjust, I find my balm in this time alone!
Thus, one learns that anyone who possesses an unrestricted portion of themselves, and is the master of their own freedom, will not fear exile or desert, for they will never be alone and no one can dictate their worth.
Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!
If this message helped you in any way, consider leaving your “🥃” cup as a token of gratitude.
⠀
A toast to our family!