Silence can mean a lot of things. In its most obvious form silence is the absence of noise, stillness, and tranquility. Silence can be a scream for help. Silence can be a source of greatness. Silence can be comfortable and yet it can be tragic too. Whatever definition or meaning you attach it with is perfectly suitable. But silence is expressed; it is loud.
Tranquility and stillness. Seems pretty quiet. When your whole body is silent, what are you filled with? Numbness. One of your worst fears, not being able to feel anything at all. . It’s dangerous being alone with your thoughts, but being lonely and thoughtless is just as detrimental. Experiencing silence within oneself must be quite the challenge. I have never experienced it without the numbness that simultaneously takes over my mind, soul, and body.
Silent screams are terrifying. Can you help someone who isn’t asking for help? Be aware. Be conscious. Be observant. You could save a life.
Can you sit with someone for hours and hours without exchanging words? I consider these moments to be the most peaceful and fulfilling joys of my life. A friend once said to me, “You know I like hanging out with you because we can talk about anything but at the same time we can enjoy each others’ silence.” I shared that agreement with him. It’s been a while since I’ve met anyone else I can do this with. It is a safe and comfortable feeling that takes a special someone to be shared with.
While this friendly silence is healthy, silence between friends can come in the form of betrayal in certain circumstances. Martin Luther King Jr. states the hard truth. “The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.
Silence. It is neither good nor bad. It just is. And it is up to us to do what we please with it. Healthy or not. Silence is loud. It is very loud.