A book i've recently read entranced me like never before, not that it was the first book that managed to captivate me, but because its words so simple in its form yet it lingers in both my mind and the spirit of my body. The words made an impact but in two varied points; that is the heart and the mind- the two parts of people often separated with different purporting substance of the human ability- to feel and to think.
The book was just about ordinary things in the everyday's life, the traumas one can face, then the fears of it that tags along; even before the terrors, there were fears in even the words- the words that people feared to speak of, the emotions that carried along with those words- the fear of being exposed to your emotions and thoughts by the simple words.
Everyone has the right to say and use words to their own benefit: in arguments, in explanations, in communication of ideas and emotions, and most knows what to say, to be exact, what is needed to be said. Take an example, say a person knocks into someone else, there's already the expected consecutive action to be taken, maybe an apology or a simple apologetic look on the face of that person, the person knows of this order but pauses to wait for the other party to give a signal that the consecutive action is to be followed. This act itself - the pause - is an anticipation of the actual rehearsed act played over and over again in the head, then when the words come into the scene making an entrance that sometimes surprise the other party which leaves the other in shame of their need for the words of apology to justify the seemingly innocent party of the play:themselves, and only to leave them wordlessly nodding off the apology or sometime a mumble of something that cannot be heard but resounding in their heads,
"it's ok."
The realm of words seem to satisfy itself by being there to justify emotions and its own powers.
To speak with words initially was to be merely heard.
To use the voice to speak becomes letting the inner become the outer, letting the inner turmoil of emotions escape to the surface along with the words chosen to be used to utter with, to give a name to the turmoil blasting inside.
nothing sounds better to me than the
silence.
i switched the music off even though i was carrying it with me on my morning jogs, but i still wore the earpiece faithfully, for fear the silence would break by removing them in the wee hours of the morning.
