I am not the most silent person
you’ll ever meet, but, my loudness knows a cloud in which I am at ease.
In the hype of fun and laughter,
where mundane things wrap the hours of the day, while the world is busy living,
that is when I am able to speak out the words my mind wanted to release so bad.
The flow of thoughts remains fluid albeit filtered.
But the sound of my silence is
deafening which makes me remain mute- with words left unspoken. That is how I
function. Just like any typical guy, I speak less when it is about the business
that my heart has been tasked.
If you ask me why, this mechanism
is enigmatic. I am amazed how I could shift to silence so easily the moment
that my heart feels something. Maybe because I know in silence there is refuge,
there is calmness that the opposite finds it hard to attain. Maybe because I think the world just wouldn’t
care how I feel, which is a good thing, because I am able to control what my
mind thinks, something not everyone is capable of. Maybe because I think the
more words that slip from our tongue, the more prone we are to speak of
something that is appalling – an instance not very difficult when one is at the
peak of emotions. And maybe because even if our emotions are creeping out of
agitation or the mere boldness of anger, our silence tells us who we really are
and what we are really made of. We are strong individuals; we are able to stop
ourselves from bargaining our words to the world for whatever its worth. One
thing I realized, we don't really, at all times, need to vent everything out. The
world can only tolerate as much.
Because we know the value of
silence even if the world stimulates us to just drop it. People may not
understand, but we know, less is more.
So let my silence be my words as
it is louder than anything else.
No comments:
Post a Comment