A balanced inner calmness radiates from a peaceful centre. It neither craves others' approval, nor rejects others' presence. It neither pulls toward or pushes away. It has a reverent attitude towards life and all its inhabitants.
Do you see the lone leaf? Here it lies, ripped away from its branches by the wind (of change?), under the shadow of a tree. Another looks upon it from the top, providing shade.
Is it what it's like, to separate from people and find independence? Does it feel liberating to soak into the pool of maturity and experiences? Is it the love for solitude that sets one free or does lonliness gradually gnaw at the free spirit?
In these times, it is seems to be a forbidden pleasure to let thoughts wander away to distant lands and let emotions creep and crawl through the veins, knowing that it will eventually reach the heart. Seclusion from the world falling into darkness and getting ripped apart, do I get to float in the pool of my ideas, like the lone leaf? Do I get to paint my own veins like O'Henry's artist?
While the multitude of concerns and instructions drizzle down trying to drown the leaf of your unbound desires, the isolation beautifies you. You don't need betrayal to fall in love with solitude. You need to fall in love with yourself to withdraw from the crowd and paint your own picture. And, trust me, you make a beautiful picture donning your battle scars with elan.