The Gentle Art of Choosing Myself 💗🫂

There’s something I’ve learned quietly over the years, people love company, but they rarely choose their own. They cling to the comfort of others, but hesitate to sit with themselves. And somewhere in all that noise, they lose the chance to hear their own heart.

But me?

I’ve grown to love my own presence.

I don’t talk much, and people are quick to call me an introvert. Some even say I’m rude, or that I look angry when I sit silently. But what they see is just the surface. What they don’t know is that silence is where my thoughts bloom. When I’m sitting quietly, there’s a whole world rushing inside my mind memories, questions, ideas, dreams… all moving at their own pace.

My silence isn’t emptiness.

It’s the sound of my inner world arranging itself.

If I spend four or five hours outside, I need a couple of hours with myself. Not because I’m avoiding life, but because I’m trying to live it honestly. My alone time is where I reset, realign, and return to who I am without any mask or noise.

And there’s a beauty in that.

A soft, tender beauty.

The time I spend with myself feels like a quiet conversation with my soul. It’s where I understand what I feel, why I feel it, and what I want to hold on to. It’s where I learn to be kinder to myself. It’s where I remind my heart that I matter too.

People may not understand it, and that’s alright.

Not everyone knows the comfort of their own company.

But I’ve learned that choosing myself isn’t selfish. It’s necessary. It’s gentle. It’s healing.

Because when I learn to love being with myself, I carry a peace that no one else can give or take away.

And that, in the end, is the quiet magic of my life choosing myself, loving myself, and growing in the silence that belongs only to me.

Thara