Indie Girl

I’ve learned independence. I’ve come to terms with this. I have separated myself from being attached to other people, including my very closest friends and parents. My first year at college taught me that no one could help me do what I want to do but myself. Of course, my parents are there to provide me with financial needs and maybe a little bit of support and guidance, but other than that I was alone and all by myself. My friends were there to ask if something was wrong, but they couldn’t be there when everything is falling apart. Oftentimes, there are points when they couldn’t even understand or were too busy to even listen. I see myself standing alone all the time, even now that I am back home, I still feel detached from the world.


Don’t get me wrong, being alone is not all unhappy. There are times when I prefer it than being with bad company. I love to be alone. I love it when I wake up in the morning, make the bed alone, make only one cup of coffee and go out in the dark all by myself. Just this morning, I went out jogging without the company of Pearl, and I realized, I reflected more. I even jogged more than the usual. I didn’t have to wait for someone to get done. I could go on as I please. Moreover, being alone makes me observe things without distractions, make my mind gain more strength, and I learn to lean upon myself.


No I am not saying that I don’t need my friends. I am not saying that I dislike their company. But sometimes, we need to give ourselves the time to be alone, to lean to ourselves more and to become independent. When Henry David Thoreau decided to live a different life at Walden Pond, he enjoyed true leisure on “improving his soul's estate”, that to live deliberately in solitude will help him face the essential facts of life. This is what I accept as true.