In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in y line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I'm aware of this dnger - probably through experience - and that's why I've had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside tand to put it in perspective.

By running loner its like I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent. It also makes me realize again how weak I am, how limited my abilities are. ... If I am angry, I direct that anger toward myself. If I have a frustration experience, I use that to improve myself. I

I quietly absord the things i'm able to, releasing them later.