Ignoring the silence

We want something, we all think we do, but is it really what we want? We want it because we listen to our families, friends, their families and strangers, they tell us what we want, we listen to the voices inside our head and ignore the silence. The silence whispers what we really want, it doesn't pester, force or burdens us with lies, it lets us breathe and that's why it is beautiful, that's why it is the truth and that's why it is what we want-Silence. But we ignore it, because it isn't loud. Because hammering voices tell us that whatever is loud must be the truth. I remember reading somewhere that whenever in doubt, do a coin toss, in the time the coin is in air, you will know what you want, no one said how you narrow your choices down to two or how you make sure the choices you have are really yours. Even if one finds, what one truly wants using the above trick, will he/she choose to pursue that or choose to ignore the silence? Ignore the silence I think, we are trained that way. Ignoring the silence, if you can learn it, is a neat trick in itself, after all problems arise when there is a conflict but if you learn to ignore one side, it's not a problem anymore, is it? The way I see it we have two options, one is to learn to ignore the silence, let the voices in completely, continue in the set frameworks, generations have continued in, won't be easy, all of us are introspective, but that is what is to be learned-ignorance, won't be too hard either, we are already half way there, we understand there will be minor lapses but that's not an issue, ignorance ain't hard, we are programmed for it; the other is for the adventurous type, ready to embrace the silence, ignore the voices, for the ones ready to give it a shot, the ones who are ready to brave all the inconvenience of listening to the silence, the ones ready to face the chance of a failure.

The choice is ours, that is if there is really a choice.

Locks and Chains

We all have a chest, some have trunks, some mite have closets, but the common denominator is a safe place, where we store our precious little possessions or lock up our darkest fears, and those little things we are proud to have but don't want anyone to see. I dread, somehow all of us at one point or other have locked our humanity down in a safe in that closet, locked it away and hid the key somewhere deep. May be to protect it or to protect ourselves from it, but we have locked it, locked it for so long, probably forgot about it. Forgetting must have been convenient, really convenient!!! Scared to look into that vault aren't we? Scared to throw everything else out, scared to look through all the things amassed over the years, stored away; scared of all the reminders of what we once were, scared to look for that safe and key. Scared to look for that one thing that made us human. Scared...It might not be there anymore, it might not be the same, it might be dead!! As long as you don't look it might be alive, it might be all right; remembering it, looking for it, will change that. We are scared to face that, all the inconvenience it might cause by being there or by not being. No, am not judging you, we are in the same boat here, for once everyone is... You thought you would be better off without it, didn't you? And for a while you were, weren't you? But in those moments when you are faced with life altering decisions, when you have to make a tough choice or in those when you stop for a while, when you find that little time for yourself, something nags you somewhere, doesn't it? You are not yourself anymore, you don't know it, yet you feel it...something's missing.... And it pains so much it hurts physically, but you have learned to numb it, after all you have years of practice... Am dismayed, disappointed, shattered, don't worry I have a lot of practice too...