Words of silence
Life emerges in small and large avenues. In hollow moments and immense skies.
Waiting to be saved, wanting to save, feeling lost, feeling found.
So much need to feel, so much need to belong and label what we are and why we act.
Reminding ourselves the importance of purpose prior to action.
Reminding ourselves the need to be on the go.
Reminding ourselves that we need to live.
Why? I am wondering why. Why do we have to constantly question and constantly give reasoning. Where do actions emerge from.
We have been through worse, self. We coped through pain and helplessness. And yet, still, dark nights make things seem unbearable.
Aren’t we all conditioned in trying to ease the pain via distractions? In attempting to hide ourselves by wearing masks?
We thought we found happiness, a name for this feeling.
But yet we haven’t even experienced it.
We confused ephemeral with real.
If there ever was such thing as real.
If only there was anything more eternal than this existence.
My question is, how can happiness arrive if happiness is not here?
If I can’t live up to myself this single moment, how can I think that a mask or a distraction will bring this joy to me?
And how at the same time, I bare my existence when I have to face these depths of silence.
I must say, I started enjoying this silence.
I heard more sounds than I’d ever imagine, arising from it.
Maybe I just need to stop expecting.
Maybe I just need to listen deeper.
Out of the dark and out of nowhere, something always arises.
Maybe one day I am not going to need to search for something.
Maybe one day my quest will be over.
Maybe one day the eternal will be here.
Or is it already here.