There is no thing as "silence", except maybe in a vacuum.
While it has many meanings, it is often interpreted as consent- after all, if you do not raise your voice, you are in agreement, are you not?
Sometimes, silence is the fallout of too much noise in your life.
When you lose trust in the words you speak, and feel they no longer convey the meaning they once did. At first, a self-imposed necessity, then a meditative retreat into self, it is the pain of not being able to say what you want to say, and when you do say, what you hear is not what you wanted to say.
It is observing, absorbing, maybe even reflecting- a personal silence is a state of listening, carefully, to the words and sounds others make, and wondering what your response would be. It is missing friends, and laughter, and times when it was easy not to be silent. It is wanting to be able to speak again, or risk never being heard.
It is realising that you no longer can be silent.
It is knowing when not to be, having learnt how to be.
When you lose trust in the words you speak, and feel they no longer convey the meaning they once did. At first, a self-imposed necessity, then a meditative retreat into self, it is the pain of not being able to say what you want to say, and when you do say, what you hear is not what you wanted to say.
It is observing, absorbing, maybe even reflecting- a personal silence is a state of listening, carefully, to the words and sounds others make, and wondering what your response would be. It is missing friends, and laughter, and times when it was easy not to be silent. It is wanting to be able to speak again, or risk never being heard.
It is realising that you no longer can be silent.
It is knowing when not to be, having learnt how to be.
As long as it is a choice, silence is a good thing, even if it is painful to endure. In a noisy world, it is becoming increasingly rare. If it is not a choice, noise is needed.
Simon and Garfunkel, of course: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4
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