We Deserve Our Own Kind of Silence

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People being people, the necessity of interaction with others crystallize in the depth of our beings to fulfill our need for affirmation, for understanding, for the shared commiseration that comes along with those moments where you don’t feel so alone – that someone knows just what you mean. We talk to others, talk to people about other people, vouch to listen to others, attempt to listen on others when you really shouldn’t be. It’s all about being conversational and hearing on conversations, the emphasis on being able to hold that exchange with someone else, listening, hoping the other listens while you’re waxing lyrical about your own, and even catching snips of others’ because that’s just how we all are conditioned to be – to never be desensitized towards voices, towards words strung by emotive verbalizations.

There is a reason why there are a million words in the dictionary, and why numerous words are continuously being added to its stretching expanse of vocabulary. There are many ways you can choose to express yourself, thousands of words you can choose to explain that heart-imploding sense of happiness, disappointment, or even resentment at that point in time. We struggle to choose those right words, and every day we seek new expressions and try to formalize new ones, hoping people get you and treat what you say with weight. Nobody wants to be misunderstood, to feel like they’re not being taken seriously, or even to the point where their state of minds are merely being written off as an unfounded jumble and mess of emotions.

Yet, that’s exactly where the issue lies – we try so hard to express ourselves, to formulate our thoughts by capturing snapshots and segments along the track where our minds run endlessly. In the midst of all this, the mind runs on continuously like a roll of film coming apart without control – where each thought itself churns out plenty more.

Sometimes, all we need is pure, unadulterated acceptance of each and every fiber of our thought in a cathartic sort of silence.

It is probably a rational thing to think through issues, because through expressing ourselves we are given the opportunity to sort through them and even possibly realize that hey, it wasn’t even that huge of a deal in the first place. How often though, do we just take a moment of silence to be at peace with ourselves, to commit to a state of mindfulness, a concept that sounds so simplistic but so tough to achieve in the clutter that is our life?

I’m not saying it’s not good to talk about issues, because I do like doing that too and it helps. It’s just that sometimes, I do see the existence of something that goes beyond this. That state of mindfulness, in popular psychology terms, would be where one possesses a conscious awareness of her moment-by-moment thoughts, sensations, bodily environment, and appreciate the acceptance of whatever thoughts and feelings she may have without any judgement, both positive or negative, involved. Probably sounds like an abstract, abnormal concept, but the secular practice of mindfulness has been documented to provide immense benefits to both physical and mental well-beings of one.

To put it simply, it’s taking stock of one’s existence there and then, bearing some sort of comfortable self-silence to cut oneself some slack away from self-expectations moulded by social conformities. We’re all amazing in our own ways, we all matter. And we need to remind ourselves that fact from time to time, to be able to assume ourselves in totality, without having to seek the acknowledgement that what we feel is so real and so totally normal.

And so we all deserve that.

No more voices, just that pocket of silence shared between you and yourself, no one else.

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We Deserve Our Own Kind of Silence

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