Toad went to Frog's house. He found a note on the door. The note said, "Dear Toad, I am not at home. I went out. I want to be alone.
("Alone" from Days with Frog and Toad)
Being alone is not to be confused with being lonely. Being alone can be a rare pleasure; an oasis of thought and reflection, of beginning and ending sentences...or not to, if you so choose. To be alone is an art. It is sometimes a luxury. It is often-times a discipline. It is always truthful.
No matter how many friends you have, or don't have; regardless of length of time or depth of confidences, there is still the joy of being alone. I suppose that we are never truly alone because we are not our own. God relieves the lonely from the being alone; He is always near, always with us.
I don't know, but sometimes I think that we can often feel the loneliest when we are surrounded with the greatest number of people, and feel most full when surrounded by an audience of just One.
Cherish being alone--whether it be in physically getting away for a time, or in thoughts that find no immediate companion or empathy. A great many considerations of gladness can be had in being alone if you seek it as such.
"But Toad," said Frog.
"I am happy. I am very happy. This morning when I woke up I felt good because the sun was shining. I felt good because I was a frog. And I felt good because I have you for a friend. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think about ho fine everything is."
"Oh," said Toad. "I guess that is a very good reason for wanting to be alone."
...Frog and Toad stayed on the island all afternoon. They ate wet sandwiches without iced tea. They were two close friends sitting alone together.
("Alone" from Days with Frog and Toad)