Solitude Deprivation: A state in which you spend close to zero time alone with your own thoughts and free from input from other minds.
-Cal Newport, Digital Minimalism: Choosing a Focused Life in a Noisy World
A view of life and commercial real estate from Newark and Licking County, Ohio
Solitude Deprivation: A state in which you spend close to zero time alone with your own thoughts and free from input from other minds.
-Cal Newport, Digital Minimalism: Choosing a Focused Life in a Noisy World
When the cacophony of market doom reaches ear-piercing levels, the best remedy is to go outside and take a walk—by yourself.
-Tony Isola, from here
. . . when I’m walking or biking, I don’t consider being alone with my own thoughts to be a waste of time.
-Arnold Kling, from here
Jozef Israels Oil on Canvass circa 1870s
There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.
...........................Major Dick Winters:
Even if you’re an older man, who never had the chance to try-out a period of full-on monk mode and now finds himself enmeshed in mature responsibilities, you can, and should, draw from the way of the monastic warrior. Find ways to periodically escape from the noise and distractions of the world to find solitude and “sharpen your saw.” Whether it’s a lonely morning run, an evening meditation, or a solo camping trip, such solitary retreats will clear your mind, rejuvenate your body, and leave you prepared to face life’s battles with heart and strength.
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No one has yet made a list of places where the extraordinary may happen and where it may not. Still, there are indications. Among crowds, in drawing rooms, among easements and comforts and pleasures, it is seldom seen. It likes the out-of-doors. It likes the concentrating mind. It likes solitude. It is more likely to stick to the risk-taker than the ticket-taker. It isn't that it would disparage comforts, or the set routines of the world, but that its concern is directed to another place. Its concern is the edge, and the making of a form out of the formlessness that is beyond the edge.
Mary Oliver, Upstream