“Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.” David Foster Wallace
This is such an honest and relatable statement for me. It is personal and intuitive. Until very recently, I was too proud, afraid, insecure, and dishonest to admit that I was lonely. Now, although still difficult to cope with sometimes, I find myself craving loneliness. Nothing encourages me to seek out and stimulate those things that I am passionate about quite like the feeling of being lonely. Being lonely forces you to reflect and it also stimulates growth.