Solitude is life itself.
In Macondo, no one enjoys solitude; they are suffering from the solitude. The world has changed, but the person remains the same. In other words, without growth.
For Hesse, he drew his solitude in his marriage to his novel, Rosshalde. Novels are like a romantic way of phenomenology; generally, they describe, leaving emotions to the readers. It embeds idealistic spirituality as sublime. However, if the reader follows such a sublime in real life, what they are facing is a helpless solitude, as the world is cruel, the available space for such an idealism is narrow and vulnerable. Then they will experience such a sublime solitude again. Again, without growth.
Solitude is about growth. When there is a growth, there is an autonomy; when there isn’t, there is solitude itself. What’s the difference between the suffering of romantic narration and robust growth is where to put the pain. Solitude is where the essential suffering of human beings comes from.
Action can channel the place of suffering.