In a peaceful, happy state of mind, silence is liberating,
it reconnects us with the Universe and our surroundings. It is calm, love, joy,
reflection and spirituality combined. It reminds us of our mortality only to
bring promises of transcendence and legacies. It is a shelter, an escape from
the world and its speediness and hurries. It is a blanket that covers us, hugging
us with peace, warm confidence of who we are and where we are heading.
In a troubled, sad
state of mind, silence is deafening, it screams our insecurities back and
remind us of our weaknesses and failures. It is a straitjacket that confuses
our minds with mental tricks luring us to dark, scary places from where we
might not be able to escape. It becomes a nasty loud voice that screams
horrible things, of who we are, who we are not and who we will never be. It
makes us second guess every single inch of our basic essence. It removes the
sense to our lives and leads us to the edge of a bottomless pit.
I drown on thin air; struggle to find my voice, my north, my
sense… I breathe underwater, where I am finally free, always me, no
pretentions, no listening ears, and no scrutinizing eyes. Just me and a place
where there is no up, no down, no right, no wrong. I can scream and cry, and my
voice gets muffled between bubbles, my tears become the water that allows me to
submerge… I am one with my surroundings, and I do not have to pretend to be
anything I am not… this is the place I can call home.
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