The sound of silence. The noise of nothingness. The dumb din of the hollow hubbub.
Everyone, every now and then, recognizes the power of a peaceful minute, of a quite hour, a silent day.
Everyone acknowledges the ability of tranquillity to make us listen to conversations worth listening, even when there's no one talking.
Do we really make choices/decisions about our own life based on lengthy, noisy discussions with people who only pretend to care? Or are these decisions actually made in our own mind, in those moments of quite when it becomes all clear what we really desire. Very often (at-least for me), something we desire is something opposite the popular opinion.
Two days ago, or more appropriately, two nights ago, I was on a beach. 1:00 AM in the night. From where I sat on the moist sand, the half moon looked just few feet from dropping into the ocean, and wobbling on the incoming waves of water was its long shimmering shadowy reflection.
I remembered the few times I have sat alone on a beach, late in the evening or early in the night; every such encounter with the silent vastness numbing my senses. Slowing everything down. Clearing in-numerous cob-webs of my mind. Every-time, I felt like I reconnected to some part of myself which had got buried under the layers of everyday chaos.
And to be frank, I don't even like the beaches as much as I love mountains. The beaches aren't even that quite.
Ever seen the waves on a beach eroding the sand, and while receding back, uncovering the white sea-shells? Many a times these sea shells are already there, buried under a few layers of the beach-sand.
Answers are already within ourselves, buried like the sea shells on the sandy sea-shores.
Everyone, every now and then, recognizes the power of a peaceful minute, of a quite hour, a silent day.
Everyone acknowledges the ability of tranquillity to make us listen to conversations worth listening, even when there's no one talking.
Do we really make choices/decisions about our own life based on lengthy, noisy discussions with people who only pretend to care? Or are these decisions actually made in our own mind, in those moments of quite when it becomes all clear what we really desire. Very often (at-least for me), something we desire is something opposite the popular opinion.
Two days ago, or more appropriately, two nights ago, I was on a beach. 1:00 AM in the night. From where I sat on the moist sand, the half moon looked just few feet from dropping into the ocean, and wobbling on the incoming waves of water was its long shimmering shadowy reflection.
I remembered the few times I have sat alone on a beach, late in the evening or early in the night; every such encounter with the silent vastness numbing my senses. Slowing everything down. Clearing in-numerous cob-webs of my mind. Every-time, I felt like I reconnected to some part of myself which had got buried under the layers of everyday chaos.
And to be frank, I don't even like the beaches as much as I love mountains. The beaches aren't even that quite.
Answers are already within ourselves, buried like the sea shells on the sandy sea-shores.
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