Alone but Never Lonely: The Joy of My Own Company

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Alone but Never Lonely: The Joy of My Own Company

By Lois H. Percente – L%e 💋

My family and friends often say to me, “You’re so brave! I could never move to another state, let alone another country, on my own. Aren’t you afraid of being by yourself?”

Looking back, I can honestly say I was never the type of person to fear the unknown or solitude; in fact, I welcomed it. For many, living in solitude can feel like isolation, abandonment, or even failure. But moving to Thailand had been my dream for a while—just tucked behind “someday” and “maybe when the time is right.”

The truth is, that time is now. And I’ve never felt freer. That freedom began the moment I decided to truly put myself first — a choice I talk about [here].

A New Life, A New Light

Since moving to Thailand, my days begin with peace. The soft hush of waves greets me each morning as Luna, my little French bulldog, happily trots beside me. I walk along the beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, listening to the quiet hum of life unfolding — without rush, without noise.

There is stillness here, but it isn’t empty; it’s full of breath, beauty, and becoming.

Alone vs. Lonely

What I’ve come to understand is this: being alone doesn’t necessarily mean being lonely. In fact, I’ve learned to treasure my own company in ways I never thought possible. I read more, I write more, I laugh with myself, and I talk to Luna (disguised as talking to myself). I cry when I need to, and I rest without guilt.

Loneliness comes when we feel unseen. But now, I see myself — fully, finally.

The Joy of My Own Company

There’s a deep joy in learning to sit with yourself and feel peace instead of panic. In my solitude, I’ve rediscovered my voice, my desires, and my resilience. I’ve shed roles that no longer fit and embraced the woman I’d long forgotten — me.

I don’t need a constant connection to feel complete.
I don’t need someone beside me to feel whole.
And I’m not waiting to be chosen.
I’ve already chosen myself.

From Surviving to Soaring

My life is not one of lack — it’s one of liberation. There’s a freedom in my bones that isn’t flashy or loud, but sacred.

I am no longer surviving; I am soaring.

Every day I walk these quiet roads or laugh at nothing at all, I am reminded — I am alone, but never lonely.

Because I’m finally home.

✨ Isn’t life just grand?

— Lois H. Percente – L%e 💋