Deafening silence
The lump in my throat keeps getting
bulkier as I stare out of the window. The bare light of dawn seeping through
trying to sneak in the slightest bit of warmth among the cool breeze that’s
swaying the translucent curtains ever so delicately. It’s so silent yet so
loud. My mind is racing a million miles an hour. My thoughts are overly loud
that they overlap causing an incomprehensible disturbance. This surely is
enough to drive anyone insane, yet I’m miraculously compos mentis.
It’s so peaceful outside, contrary to how
it is deep inside. I feel the urge to silent those sounds and be a part of the
world around me. The sounds nobody can hear. I feel the serendipity of the
small bird as it lands on the window sill a few inches before my
eyes. I see the weaker tree branches dancing with the light snore of the wind
and feel the urge to imitate such a carefree act. But I'm trapped.
Dawn stays for
an utterly limited time before bidding my supposed peacefulness a farewell, which
stretches till the light part of the 24 hours waiting ahead of me comes to an
end. I constantly remind myself to wake up from my daze, the world will soon
follow suit. I must engage with them, I must feel normal, I must act normal.
But why should
anyone plaster a fake smile? When was the last time I smiled genuinely? What
does genuine even mean to me now? Was the world too cruel yesterday? Will it be
harsher today and unbearable tomorrow? Thoughts of the same species come
rushing through like an uncontrollable flood. It drowns everyone and wrecks
everything that stands as an obstacle in its way. I envy the small bird that's
staring at me with innocence dripping from its doe like eyes. It can fly
anywhere and anytime it wants. It has wings, it can be free.
A glimpse of a
newly blossoming Crepe Myrtle catches my eyes. The first on that tree since I
have decided to sit and stare years ago every morning at dawn. It is just
starting to bloom now. Its beauty keeps me captivated, mesmerized,
involuntarily forgetting about the thoughts queuing to give me the headache of
the century. It's all forgotten now. It's just me, the bird, the baby
Lagerstroemia, the touch of the slight breeze, and a small smile that appeared
on my face ever so suddenly. It was genuine I could tell, it felt good.
Why should I
allow abhorrent thoughts to take up my mind and keep me counting every breath I
draw in? Why should I keep calculating the consequences of every step I take?
Why not let go for once?
The world has
so much to offer, not just the horrendous side of it. We simply turn our backs
to all the beauty around us. When did we become so miserable to the extent that
beauty falls onto our blind spot?
The bird flies despite everything. The flower
blooms in the worst circumstances and we cannot learn from the lessons mother
nature offers us every single waking moment of every day. Yes, we sometimes let
negativity get out the worst in us, however, there's always a light beam which surrounds us in an aura of pure bliss and euphoria.
We chose to build our
own pop-less bubbles and kept our guards up all the time. We vented inside and
forgot the simple act of companioning, the simple act of sharing our load with
others. The silence may be deafening, but only us can turn it off. Only you
have the capability of choosing whether to live your life in a haze of
pessimism, or radiate an ambience of buoyancy.