Silence

I seem to have lost what I've written just a while ago ... a long exposition on time. Let's see if the people at Blogger can help recover it.

To continue (or sum up, however one wishes to look at things), I recall an email my father once sent me: one of the greatest ironies in life is that we have technology and science to help 'compress' time and supposedly allow us to do more, yet we never find the time to do the things that really matter - like keeping silent, reflecting, appreciating what's around us, appreciating the people around us, loving ... In a world that has conquered plagues and will eventually conquer death, we are unable to 'colonise' the simplicity of loving.

Silence. Precious in every way yet feared by all. We seem to meet ourselves in silence and that can truly frighten many, especially those who chose not to look into silence and listen to it. We fill our lives with noise - literal and figurative - and we never truly listen to our own needs, to the needs of our heart and soul. We fill every waking moment with tasks we believe have meaning and consequence, with things we believe have 'value' but the real value lies within. And only when we have found that which is within will we be able to find 'meaning' in what is without and what we choose to occupy our time with.

Easier said than done ...

But perhaps that's why I'm so protective of my nights. In the silence of my room, filled only by my respiration and the air that occupies, I seek my soul assessing what I have done, who I really am. There is never certainty in the ways we all would like (and I am a person who fears and trembles at uncertainty) but with each journey of introversion and 'in-sight', we come closer to understanding ourselves, accepting ourselves and loving ourselves. But of course 'we' is merely 'royal' in this case. Seek silence. It speaks wisdom.