Seclusion is a precious artifact, to a select many that find it uniquely arousing. A feeling of perfect solitude, where one can aimlessly work or think without the woes of social life invading every step. When one is alone, they are themselves. They are not in the vicinity of any soul on earth, who may judge them for whatever reason. When one is alone, they can admire themselves and their passions without the horror and cruel reality of our social lives in the outside world. And while our lives depend on one another to survive, seclusion and solitude can be driving factors into who we are behind the masks we wear when we greet or speak with other human beings.
Solitude is an aspect of life that comes around at random moments; including times we need it least, and times when it is not enough, and that we need more time for ourselves. For ourselves to think about our decisions. About our lives. About our struggles. About us. Seclusion is not a clear, physical thing that swims carelessly in the air, yet it is an aspect; an integral part of our society and lives that run the show in the background while our social lives take the front stage.