I pursue silence. I pursue silence like a storm chaser in pursuit of a storm.
I’m fascinated by it. I learn from it.
It is only in the quietest of moments that I become reacquainted with myself and feel awakened…inspired.
I pity those who are afraid of facing their own silence. People who run away from hush instead of allowing it to guide them. They are addicts and noise is their drug of choice. They surround themselves with faux-friends and hangers on. They misuse the sound of music and the blare of television to drown out their inner voices. Is their truth that frightening? Do they have memories and secrets that swirl ferociously in their soul like a menacing cyclone?
Little do they know that even in the midst of chaos lies the promise of peace; within beautiful stillness lies clarity.
All anyone must do is allow their mind to rest, for just one moment, and embrace the dulcet sounds of silence.
I’m fascinated by it. I learn from it.
It is only in the quietest of moments that I become reacquainted with myself and feel awakened…inspired.
I pity those who are afraid of facing their own silence. People who run away from hush instead of allowing it to guide them. They are addicts and noise is their drug of choice. They surround themselves with faux-friends and hangers on. They misuse the sound of music and the blare of television to drown out their inner voices. Is their truth that frightening? Do they have memories and secrets that swirl ferociously in their soul like a menacing cyclone?
Little do they know that even in the midst of chaos lies the promise of peace; within beautiful stillness lies clarity.
All anyone must do is allow their mind to rest, for just one moment, and embrace the dulcet sounds of silence.
