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Aging and the Solace of Solitude: An Older Person’s Perspective on Avoiding People

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Join me on a serene journey through the majestic backcountry trails of the Grand Canyon as I explore the profound peace and personal growth that comes with solitude. In this video, titled "Aging and the Solace of Solitude," I share my thoughts and experiences as an older individual who chooses to embrace the tranquility of nature over the hustle and bustle of social interactions.
In this video, I discuss:
The calming effects of nature and how it fosters mental well-being 🧘♀️
Personal reflections on aging and the evolving need for solitude 🌱
The beauty and solitude of the Grand Canyon’s hidden trails 🌲
Tips for fellow older adventurers seeking peace and quiet in nature 🌿
Whether you’re a fellow nature enthusiast, looking for inspiration, or curious about the benefits of solitude, this video offers a heartfelt perspective on finding comfort and wisdom in the quiet corners of the world.
• Would you cross the road or duck down an aisle at Costco to avoid an old acquaintance? I do it all the time.
• It’s not that I am shy, socially inept or unable to carry on a cordial conversation, it is just that as I have aged, I find more value in being by myself as opposed to interaction with others.
• I wasn’t always this way. In fact, as a young man, I was the life of the party. I had an extended circle of friends and delighted in bringing diverse groups together and going off in search of fun. If a party was slow, I had a repertoire of jokes to tell, and I would always be the first one on the dance floor or jumping into the swimming pool! I was a popular guest.
• But there was also a bit of an obsessive nature to my socialization. Occasionally, when my plans fell through, I remember flipping desperately through my black book at 9:30pm on a Saturday looking for someone, anyone, who was free that night. I was afraid of being alone.
• I don’t know when the change occurred in my life. Somehow it seems that close friendships, those outside of a romantic relationship, are a thing of youth. Maybe with work and family, there is just not enough time to conduct those late night heart to hearts. Or maybe the investment of time is not worth the reward.
• And sure, I have had all the hard lessons of youth. Lending money to a best friend that was not repaid. Spending late night hours on the phone with a friend in crises whose crises never seemed to improve or resolve. But I don’t think that is why the friendships fell away over the years, I think they just became less rewarding and that I became more comfortable with the quiet contemplation of being alone.
• A couple of decades ago, I had sold my house, got into my car with my dog, and spent a few months roaming around North America. I set a specific goal of deciding if I wanted to be involved with other people at all. My conclusion was that I did need people, at least to some degree. I needed the clerk to check me into the hotel. I needed the waitress to bring me my steak dinner. I concluded that I am not a hermit. People have utility. But I did not seek to have someone in the car seat next to me on that long journey. I was perfectly comfortable being by myself in quiet contemplation of the places I visited and the landscape rolling by.
• How did I go from being the life of the party to becoming a solitary traveler? I really do not know. Somehow I became more comfortable with myself. Somehow I became less tolerant of the personalities and peculiarities of others. And perhaps there is an element of “been there, done that” in relationships. After 10,000 conversations, what is new to be said? What is the advantage to me?
• Maybe it is genetic. I had only one surviving Grandparent, a Grandmother who was born in the late 1800's. She had a rough life, spent some time in an orphanage. Married, bore two children. Widowed, married again. Widowed again. I loved her dearly, and I would find her alone just sitting in her apartment. With age, she dropped her friends. And I would ask her, Grandma, what do you do? And she said, “think.” Maybe that is what I do as well. Think.
• All of the recommendations for being a healthy older person say “stay engaged.” Stay involved with your family, church and community. Volunteer, join a senior center. But I say, “chuck that.” My motto is “to thine own self be true.” And I am not as concerned about how long I live as how well I live.
• This is who I am. This is being true to myself. I recognize that humans are necessary to the lifestyle I like to live, but in truth, I am more comfortable being by myself. I have found comfort and solace in solitude, and for the most part, I do not find maintaining more than cordial relationships with others worth my time. I like to research issues. I like to sit and think. I find comfort in nature. I find solace in solitude. How about you?
In this video, I discuss:
The calming effects of nature and how it fosters mental well-being 🧘♀️
Personal reflections on aging and the evolving need for solitude 🌱
The beauty and solitude of the Grand Canyon’s hidden trails 🌲
Tips for fellow older adventurers seeking peace and quiet in nature 🌿
Whether you’re a fellow nature enthusiast, looking for inspiration, or curious about the benefits of solitude, this video offers a heartfelt perspective on finding comfort and wisdom in the quiet corners of the world.
• Would you cross the road or duck down an aisle at Costco to avoid an old acquaintance? I do it all the time.
• It’s not that I am shy, socially inept or unable to carry on a cordial conversation, it is just that as I have aged, I find more value in being by myself as opposed to interaction with others.
• I wasn’t always this way. In fact, as a young man, I was the life of the party. I had an extended circle of friends and delighted in bringing diverse groups together and going off in search of fun. If a party was slow, I had a repertoire of jokes to tell, and I would always be the first one on the dance floor or jumping into the swimming pool! I was a popular guest.
• But there was also a bit of an obsessive nature to my socialization. Occasionally, when my plans fell through, I remember flipping desperately through my black book at 9:30pm on a Saturday looking for someone, anyone, who was free that night. I was afraid of being alone.
• I don’t know when the change occurred in my life. Somehow it seems that close friendships, those outside of a romantic relationship, are a thing of youth. Maybe with work and family, there is just not enough time to conduct those late night heart to hearts. Or maybe the investment of time is not worth the reward.
• And sure, I have had all the hard lessons of youth. Lending money to a best friend that was not repaid. Spending late night hours on the phone with a friend in crises whose crises never seemed to improve or resolve. But I don’t think that is why the friendships fell away over the years, I think they just became less rewarding and that I became more comfortable with the quiet contemplation of being alone.
• A couple of decades ago, I had sold my house, got into my car with my dog, and spent a few months roaming around North America. I set a specific goal of deciding if I wanted to be involved with other people at all. My conclusion was that I did need people, at least to some degree. I needed the clerk to check me into the hotel. I needed the waitress to bring me my steak dinner. I concluded that I am not a hermit. People have utility. But I did not seek to have someone in the car seat next to me on that long journey. I was perfectly comfortable being by myself in quiet contemplation of the places I visited and the landscape rolling by.
• How did I go from being the life of the party to becoming a solitary traveler? I really do not know. Somehow I became more comfortable with myself. Somehow I became less tolerant of the personalities and peculiarities of others. And perhaps there is an element of “been there, done that” in relationships. After 10,000 conversations, what is new to be said? What is the advantage to me?
• Maybe it is genetic. I had only one surviving Grandparent, a Grandmother who was born in the late 1800's. She had a rough life, spent some time in an orphanage. Married, bore two children. Widowed, married again. Widowed again. I loved her dearly, and I would find her alone just sitting in her apartment. With age, she dropped her friends. And I would ask her, Grandma, what do you do? And she said, “think.” Maybe that is what I do as well. Think.
• All of the recommendations for being a healthy older person say “stay engaged.” Stay involved with your family, church and community. Volunteer, join a senior center. But I say, “chuck that.” My motto is “to thine own self be true.” And I am not as concerned about how long I live as how well I live.
• This is who I am. This is being true to myself. I recognize that humans are necessary to the lifestyle I like to live, but in truth, I am more comfortable being by myself. I have found comfort and solace in solitude, and for the most part, I do not find maintaining more than cordial relationships with others worth my time. I like to research issues. I like to sit and think. I find comfort in nature. I find solace in solitude. How about you?
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