Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.
Until that rainy Sunday at the movies 31 years ago, for me, companionship had been a mandate for life__ good times. After Orca, it became a choice. My trip to the theater helped me to distinguish between loneliness (experienced by default), and solitude (choosing when and how to enjoy my own company), as I began a journey of engaging the world on my own terms. Over the years, that journey deepened as I traveled life__ roads with increasing independence and confidence, whether I was attending graduate school at night while working during the day, buying my first house or changing careers.
Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
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Until that rainy Sunday at the movies 31 years ago, for me, companionship had been a mandate for life__ good times. After Orca, it became a choice. My trip to the theater helped me to distinguish between loneliness (experienced by default), and solitude (choosing when and how to enjoy my own company), as I began a journey of engaging the world on my own terms. Over the years, that journey deepened as I traveled life__ roads with increasing independence and confidence, whether I was attending graduate school at night while working during the day, buying my first house or changing careers.
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