In Silence

Everything is just lovely. Just lovely.

That is the only word I have to describe it. I am sitting on this little flowery couch surrounded by a massive garden, looking at all of the vivid colors that are painting up this street.

It has been a wonderful day. If only I had a friend to share it with.

I have really come to appreciate the sound of silence.

I think that I might write more about it.

Dead silence, is.. well dead.

I find that to be one of the most appropriate names for silence that is unmeaningful. Unwanted. Lost. Misplaced. Dead.

But there is a value in silence that is not dead. Even dying silence still has a point about it. A ring that echoes in the brain. In silence, there is peace, in silence there is still noise.

Listen out your window. Your silence is not dead. It is living still, still full of birds and squirrels and lawnmowers and winds.

Isn’t it a beautiful thought that you can still hear wind?

You can’t see air, but the rest of your senses let you know that it exists.

It exists.

Like how you exist.

It belongs.

Like how you belong.

Silence is golden. I think that statement is true.

But the silence has to be the right kind of silence.

The kind of silence that exists just enough that your thoughts stop and stare.

They look through the cracks of the gate, through the little holds of negative space. Your thoughts are quiet, just taking in the moment. You hear the birds, you hear the trees, you hear the sunlight making the plants crackle through the soil.

You know that you are alive. You hear livingness.

The birds that won’t shut up. They are your silence.

I would venture so far to say that quietness does not really exist.

Quietness is really just the off brand version of silence.

In silence we find peace, but in quietness we find a false assurance of tranquility.

Quietness does not exist as fully as silence. It is but a statue of a living being, created by humans to convince us that we are happy.

But silence is the only true hope for calmness.

Only in silence can we hear our own hearts beating, together. Thump, thu-thump, thu-thump.

In silence we are a valued existence,

in silence

we are golden too.

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