Solitude and Wilderness Resilience

Under the indifferent stars I sit, knife cold against my thigh, watching the fire that once promised warmth now guttering like a wounded beast. The wilderness whispers its verdict, and I hear it not in the rustle of leaves but in the echo of every decision I’ve made alone. Resilience is a contract I’ve signed with no ink, ink made of regret and the taste of iron; it does not bend under the weight of mercy, only under the force of necessity. I remain wary of the quiet, for even the silence can betray the next storm. Yet there is a strange comfort in that defiance, a quiet rebellion against a world that demands surrender 🪓 #Solitude