Threshold

If you can walk alone, hike alone,
run alone, travel alone
If you can sit alone in a café
without scrolling through someone else’s life
If you can watch the sunset
with no one naming the colors

You’ve crossed a threshold.

Solitude isn’t absence.

It's sovereignty
It’s the quiet strength of being fully yourself.
It’s the moment you stop chasing noise
and start listening to your own pulse.

When you stop shaping yourself for others,
when you stop needing someone to witness your life,
you return to your own presence.
You belong to yourself.

Most people run from pain,
from rooms that echo too much truth,
from mirrors that show the parts they hide.
But that’s where transformation happens
in the stillness that doesn’t flatter.

The one who learns to be their own company
no longer asks permission to exist.
When you’ve made a home in yourself,
even the storm feels like music.