You convince yourself it's a gift.
That solitude is freedom.
That time is yours to do as you sees fit.
To create something great.
To expand your knowledge.
To do great things...
Or nothing at all.
Not even the strings of fate bind you.
Your path is yours alone.
It is your fortress .
The walls on which the woes of the world break.
The solitude makes you stronger.
Never realizing solitude is a prison until you try to escape.