More silence.

I’ve come to think, as I often do, that silence is cynical. However used to silence I may be, it never ceases to become even more exponentially atrocious than it was prior. Even the lack of ambient noises has become evident. This has actuated in me questions with mediated results;

  • Why is this silence present?
  • For what motive does the silence persist?
  • How can the silence end?

What comes to mind when you think of silence?

No sound?

I find silence to go far beyond inaudible sound-waves. Silence, perhaps, is the innate ability to know when input should be given. Maybe silence could also be that congenital shyness we all experience at one point or another. How do we know why this silence exists? It’s such an unclear answer when seen on a deeper level of rationality. We can’t just say it’s the refusal to speak or share; but rather we need to come to an understanding of where it originated in the first place. In my opinion, that’s the most antagonistic thing to comprehend.

Which brings me to why the silence won’t disperse… That could be a personal reason, will-power so-to-speak, untapped by the mind. When silence is such a strong accommodation in one’s life, seeing anything more can be quite constraining. I find silence to be a powerful element; it can be relaxing, intrinsic, you name it. With silence, perfection can be accomplished. It can also be disastrous. Isolation has never proven to be exactly beneficial to oneself. After all, “you are your own worst critic.” That somewhat innocuous thought isn’t always so innocuous. I think thought provokes thought, which provokes silence when thought seldom, which engages more silence, continuing on with even more thought.

A vicious circle.

My final aforementioned question, as I see it, is the most important of all. For repetition’s sake, how can the silence end? I don’t think silence ends. I think it is a self-extenuating perpetuation, that may or may not go dormant to the mind’s notice.

It’s not like our self-reflections are shouted by us with pride – at least not always – but more so on a private level.

Maybe we should start yelling our thoughts at people.


2 thoughts on “10/20/2010

  1. Jingle says:

    at times, when people refuse to listen, we feel like shouting.

  2. Jingle says:


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