Solitude

Solitude is man’s best companion. It makes him strive to inspect life, understand, introspect and clinch at the slightest possibility of creating something new. The lonely are never in self-denial, they are constantly aware of their predicament. And this nightmare of ending up the same way… in seclusion and be forgotten soon after drives him into the madness of creation. To be remembered something by, something unique and something that would transcend him and his time long after he is gone – his masterpiece. He might even consider it a parting gift to humanity, an ingredient that pours in the absolute purity of his heart and soul into anything he creates, and often that creation is the hidden talent he had.

If you ask me, a man needs no more space than a table in the inconspicuous corner of the house or an abandoned attic to exercise his full potential.

A dream can only become real when it’s uninterrupted.