“In solitude, we seek God, but the first thing we encounter is ourselves. The real you shows up, with all of its embarrassing attributes. Frustrated about you sex life? Tired of compulsively eating garbage? Burdened by the shame of an addiction to pornography or substance? Solitude often forces us to look these sorrows square in the face and makes us reckon with a cold reality: we like our busyness. We like the chaos of our lives. We like it because it distracts us from ourselves.”
