Hello
After some time reading Bukowski's work, mostly poems, I've stumbled upon this forum and it seems I'll spend quite some time here in the future. Having read the threads about Find what you love and let it kill you and The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence I've started to question myself about this Bukowski's (well, we'll see) quote:
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
All I could find so far hasn't helped me, so I'd really appreciate some 'professional' help :)
After some time reading Bukowski's work, mostly poems, I've stumbled upon this forum and it seems I'll spend quite some time here in the future. Having read the threads about Find what you love and let it kill you and The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence I've started to question myself about this Bukowski's (well, we'll see) quote:
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
All I could find so far hasn't helped me, so I'd really appreciate some 'professional' help :)