I love to be alone because I find comfort in loneliness.

I know what I'm doing.
I know it's the right choice to move on to stop looking behind.
I know it's the right choice to look ahead and brace new challenges.
I know it's the right choice to accept memories to be the past.

But is the right choice always the wise choice? Why is it that the right choices always seems so difficult to do, to achieve. Is it because of it that we always turn to the wrong choice? Or is it just excuses we are giving ourselves.

I say I know what I am doing, but, do I?