YOU IN SILENCE

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Still through the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled

And still their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world


Christmas is done and Frank Sinatra’s It Came Upon the Midnight Clear played. The gloomy weather reminds me that in every loud and joyful moment, there’s always an aftermath of silence and realizations. The silence is loud that only my own heartbeat and songs of birds can be heard. They are gloomy and like the sea with no waves, the season is tedious. I don’t know if I liked it or my soul’s having a culture shock. All the things that happened in my life happened so fast. At this very age, I would like to sit alone and embrace the dullness of this era and I am afraid that I might want this solitude forever. My thoughts sound like an old soul waiting for its death.

The world is lonely and the people we look upon withered with no signs. I guess all young adults tend to find meaning in their life. Expectations in this age are common but to overcome suffering is rare. Everybody wants to celebrate and highlight victory. Only few real veterans of life love the war. War is not just about the loud voice coming from your thoughts, the waging war of right decision, and the battle to fight on to what you really believe. It is also between silence and crisis. It is about not knowing the purpose and the real desire. It is between giving up knowing the why and going on to do the how.

Life is complicated. In silence, we cannot assure less confusion. In silence, it’s loud and melancholic. It’s recognizing that the world is heavy and your heart as well. However, you keep you. You do what matters. That is acknowledging you are human and fearful. That you are vulnerable and weak. That you are a weary soul who sometimes faints. It is okay. Life is okay because in sorrow, we have joy. Only those who overcome loneliness and solitude can be the strongest soldiers in life. They are the ones who find real happiness and meaning. You are one of the tough men.

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