I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
-A minor bird, Robert Frost.
Sometimes, it is equally important to seek solitude to figure things out. Not just immersing yourself into the deep current of encouragement and motivations.
But at times like this, solitude becomes a luxury.