Baby Steps Towards The World Of Seclusion

We live in a world of constant buzzing and noise. We are constantly accessible and available. Within anyone's and everyone's reach. We have condensed and made our world available in a rectangle. But there are some people in small corners of this world who take the path less traveled and keep their solitude secured. In today's age, this might be a lifestyle unfathomable but surely many but a way of life some fancy. It does spark questions and conversations. Questions like "why" or "how".

I came across this thread of conversation some time ago on a website called Reddit. The post is called I haven't left my house in 6 years. Ask me anything.

The title alone was a paradox, a riddle wrapped in a conundrum. Six years indoors? In this paced age of perpetual motion? It felt like reading about a unicorn in a cityscape. As I desperately delved into the responses, I found myself both fascinated and envious. Here was someone who had crafted a sanctuary within four walls, a self-imposed exile that, to them, was a fortress of solitude. They spoke of routines, of online communities, of a life lived through screens and words, of purely themselves and no chaos. I couldn't help but envy the security they derived in their isolation. The certainty of their space, the control over their environment, the absence of the world's demands. It was a lifestyle that seemed to offer peace, a quiet rebellion against the chaos outside. And then, a pang of guilt. Was I romanticizing their unalloyed confinement? Was I overlooking the shadows that lurked in my solitude? The loneliness that whispered to me in the quiet hours, the yearning for human touch, the struggle to find purpose beyond the glow of a screen. I wondered if they ever felt like a bird with clipped wings, gazing out at the sky, wondering what it would be like to soar. Did they ever long for the unpredictability of the outside world, the messiness of human interaction, the thrill of stepping into the unknown? In my own life, I seek an idyllic balance—a dance between the comfort of my home and the call of the world beyond. I cherish the long moments of solitude but also secretly crave the connections that make life mutable from moments borrowed at the mercy of the breakage of the iteration of the loop by mortgaging my future self's sanity and standstill. They say, the true art lies not in choosing one over the other but in weaving them together? As I close my laptop, I reflect on the paradox of it all. The desire for security and the need for freedom. The comfort of the known and the allure of the unknown. The ricochet in between, that is life. Not before vigorously researching if I can find that person somewhere and talk to them about it. Which is rare. This urge to talk with relatability. Maybe the urge is coming from a place where a part of me is aware I will never find them, so I seek them. To remind myself that...

- Oizys.