On Silence
To the joy of living in the void.
I’ve been learning how to sit with silence for a while now.
There was a time, when I’d be driving with a friend, and we’d sit there—and whenever there was a silence, it would often feel awkward. Like we needed to fill the space with words, otherwise it’d feel uncomfortable. I’d imagine they felt the same.
That was a long time ago.
Now, I notice I’m able to sit with my friend, and we drive in silence—just taking in each other’s space, and presence. And it feels good.
We don’t have to fill in the silence with words.
Just us,
being there,
is enough.
And I’m starting to see the space between things.
The space between words.
The silence between the pauses, between the speeches—
and how powerful that can be.
It’s a bit like feeling the meaning underneath the sentences,
the things that are being said
through the silence,
without them being said at all.
And most importantly, I’m becoming more comfortable sitting in my own silence.
When the world is asleep—
at 2 a.m.
and I’m lying in bed, hands behind my head,
looking up at the ceiling,
thinking about nothing in particular.
Just enjoying the quiet.
And being okay with that.
I don’t have to think about the past,
or where I’m heading in the future—
just being,
present,
in the now.
And there’s a peacefulness in that.
A calmness.
Serenity.
Edited by Philip
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