The only problem with solitude is that once you taste its unmatched peace you crave it endlessly. It’s like solitude spoils you for everything else and you find yourself yearning to be alone again. Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right. I had already found that it was not good to be alone and so made companionship with what there was around me. Sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self.