Deliberately choose to be alone. We are here, alone. According to the latest statistics, there are 22 million of us, staying alone in the room. Some people like it, while others don't. Some of us have divorced, some have become widows, and some have never promised. Here, loneliness may be a national disease, and it is more embarrassing to admit it than to admit any other evil. On the other hand, it is a characteristic of American heroes to be alone on purpose and refuse their companions instead of being abandoned by them. Lonely hunters or explorers don't need anyone, because they risk their lives among deer and wolves to tame the vast wilderness. Thoreau was alone in the hut by the pond, and his back turned to the town on purpose. This is your character. The inspiration of solitude is the main commodity of poets and philosophers. They all agree. They all highly praised themselves for looking for it, at least an hour or two before going home for tea. Take Dorothy Wordsworth as an example. She helped her brother William put on his coat, helped him find his notebook and pencil, and waved to him by Shang Huashi alone in the early spring sunshine. "How elegant and gentle loneliness is," he wrote. There is no doubt that volunteering will improve loneliness. Watch Milton's daughters tidy up his mats and blankets before they slip away quietly, so that he can write poetry. Then, he didn't bother to write it himself, but asked the girls to come back and write it down while he was dictating. You may have noticed that most of these art types go outdoors. The room is full of lovers to keep the kettle warm until they go home. The lonely high priest in America is Thoreau. We admire him, not because of his independence, but because he is alone in Walden Lake, and he wants to be. Alone in the forest. In fact, he lives a mile or 20 minutes' walk from his nearest neighbor. Half a mile away from the railway; 300 yards from the busy highway. People go in and out of the hut all day and ask him how he can be so noble. Obviously, the main point of his nobility is that he has neither a wife nor a servant, chopping his own wood with his own axe and washing his own cups and dishes. I don't know who washes his clothes; He didn't say, but he certainly didn't mention doing it himself. Listen to him: "I have never found a partner like loneliness." Thoreau had his own importance to his companions. Maybe there is a message here. The bigger the ego, the less you need other egos around you. The more humble and humble we are, the more lonely we feel and feel that we are an inappropriate partner. If you live with other people, their temporary departure will be refreshing. Loneliness will end on Thursday. If I refer to myself with a singular personal pronoun today, I will use the plural form next week. When others are away, you can stretch your soul until it fills the whole room, and use your freedom to come and go as you like without apologizing, stay up late reading, soak in the bathtub, eat a pint of ice cream in one breath and move forward at your own pace. Those who are absent will come back. Their waterproof winter clothes are in the closet, and the dog has been watching them from the window. But when you live alone, the temporary departure of your friends and acquaintances will leave a vacuum; They may never come back. Loneliness rises and falls, but the need to talk is always there. This is more basic than listening. Oh, we all have friends. We can tell them important things. We can call them and tell them that we lost our jobs or fell on the smooth floor and broke our arms. It is the constant small complaints, observations and opinions that hinder and suffocate us every day. We really can't call our friends to say that we have received my sister's package, or that it is getting dark earlier now, or that we don't trust the new Supreme Court Justice. Scientific research shows that we solitary people will have a long conversation with ourselves, our pets and TV. We asked the cat whether we should wear a blue suit or a yellow dress. We asked the parrot whether we should prepare steak or noodles for dinner. We argue with ourselves about who is the greater athlete: the figure skater or the skier. There's nothing wrong with that. It's good for us, and it's much more embarrassing than the woman in front of us who told the cashier in the market that her niece Melissa might come to see her on Saturday. Melissa likes hot chocolate very much, which is why she bought a powdered hot chocolate mixture, even though she never drinks it herself. It's important to be rational. The important thing is to stop waiting, settle down, make yourself comfortable, at least temporarily, and find some elegance and happiness in your own state, not like a self-centered English poet, but like a patient princess sealed in a tower, waiting for the happy ending of our fairy tale. After all, we are here. It may not be the place we expected, but at present we might as well call it home. In any case, there is no place like home.