Presence

Yes, I am there again.
Alone.

Or rather, in the company of Solitude. This alluring figure that appears whenever I come into contact with absence. I can't resist its call. I am possessed by it. It takes hold of me so deeply that its absence creates an addiction, much like drugs. The withdrawal it causes makes every nerve in my body dance. Like a mad dance where the only outcome is the perversion of the soul.
It takes my breath away like a punch to the stomach, but it caresses me gently like a mother.
It takes away my life, but with a breath, it makes me fly.
It takes away the presence of others, but it makes me feel good with myself.

As with all things in life, Solitude is also two sides of the same coin. Following the principle of the broom, I can even understand its mechanisms, but at the end of it all, I am content with it.
Sure, managing it is challenging, sometimes it screams like a hungry baby, and other times it is sweet like bread with Nutella. Other times it screams like a mute and is tender like a rock.

Thanks to it, I have understood that the world is based on how you look at it; it reflects what we emit.
Like light with matter. Humans can see objects because light bounces off things and returns; without this Resistance from matter, we wouldn't be able to see the world.
Similarly, our eyes are a source of energy that hits the world and comes back with the characteristics of our emission.
Do harm and harm returns, do good and good returns. In different ways and forms, but what you do is what you receive.
Thanks to this, it is easily understood how good and evil don't really exist, but are the human way of categorizing constructive and destructive actions, from the perspective of the judge and the judged.
It's like putting sauce on a good dish: the order of things serves the most delicious, tasty, and abundant favorite dish of anyone on this Earth, then the human seasons it with the sauce of free will. Shrimp with cocktail sauce is delicious, perhaps less so chocolate with garlic sauce. But despite the clever culinary combination, every chef always finds their regular customer.
De gustibus non disputandum est.

Especially when you manage to be yourself.