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Silence is perhaps this Earth’s biggest paradox.
It is equally soothing and destructive to the soul.
It is the source of hope and the reason for despair.
It gives you the will to give up on ever making sense of anything at all with confidence and despair, simultaneously.
Something about silence is just profoundly soothing.
Though speech seems like the right course of action to take when you are burdened, it just isn’t as satisfying as a silence that comes – not from frustration – but from lack of interest.
The silence that is induced by not caring to be understood…
The silence that is encouraged by your desire to further mislead people into their sick prejudices and help them sink deeper into their stereotypical manners of thinking.
The silence that empowers you as your convictions grow stronger than before with every impotent, one-sided conversation.
The paradox comes when, after such a long silence, you attempt to speak…
If you attempt to speak, something will hack up in your throat and keep the words trapped in the abyss that is inside you.
The thoughts can no longer be interpreted using words.
In your mind and soul, they manifest themselves into shapes and colours, with words floating among the shapes in feeble attempts to emphasize their existence and their importance.
But they are not important anymore.
It doesn’t matter anymore. Speech becomes trivial and voice turns to an accessory that you can easily do without.
Something inside of you makes perfect sense, but only to you, turning you into a madman in the eyes of everybody else.
But, alas! Does that even matter at this point?
There is comfort in silence.
There is comfort in not caring to be understood.
Shhh…
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Yusra Badr 
even is silence, there is the sound of breath, life, heartbeats, for if there is none of these, there is nothing
I live in the country and it is soothing but there is never true silence, for the birds, the river and e wind fill the air with sound.
I really loved this poem… a person’s silence sometimes says more than words can….
“Silence is perhaps this Earth’s biggest paradox.” a mountain of wisdom in this line alone
bows (~_~) humble
Art~
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Thank you for your very kind words. You are really marking this day perfect with your feedback on my posts. =)
By silence, I mean that of voice. Surrounding sounds (or noise) can contribute to the level of inner silence but, as you say, they never cease to exist.
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Silence is truly destructive but it is less painful to never speak than speaking your mind in no avail or to never sense power in your words, to speak to the only one you want to feel your hurt and instead they go speechless.
Silence is disturbing when all you need to hear is a word, silence is comforting when you know that when its time to talk, you will make sense, but you tend to deprive people of what you have to say.
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Said like a true philosopher, Islam =)
I agree with every word.
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