The Hidden Truths Within Silence
In the quiet corridors of our innermost selves, we often tread softly, afraid to awaken the truths that slumber in silence. These truths, veiled in the shadows of unspoken thoughts, are the purest essence of our being, yet they remain concealed behind a tapestry of reticence. We choose not to voice them, not to acknowledge their reflection in the mirror, for fear that their revelation might shatter the image we've so carefully constructed.
Pride, that cunning architect, builds fortresses around our vulnerabilities, convincing us that to ignore a problem is to erase it from existence. But like a persistent whisper in the stillness of night, the ignored only grow louder, echoing in the chambers of our avoidance. It is in the hush of our hesitations, in the pauses between our proclamations, that the answers we desperately seek often lie in wait, cloaked in the comfort of quietude.
Our words, a parade of masquerades, dance eloquently to the tunes of pretense, painting portraits of personas we don our daily lives. We become sculptors of sentences, molding our dialogues into shapes that fit the molds society expects, yet in doing so, we often lose the form of our true selves. Thousands of poses we strike, a gallery of guises, each a meticulous effort to appear as anything but the raw, unadorned soul within.
And amidst this grand performance, this continuous contradiction of being and seeming, flows the river of everyday life. It meanders through the valleys of our contradictions, cutting a path between who we are and who we pretend to be. In its currents, we find the rhythm of existence, the pulse of the mundane that beats beneath the extraordinary facade we present to the world.
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So let us embrace the silence, for it is a canvas vast and empty, waiting for the brushstrokes of our sincerest expressions. Let us not stumble on the stones of pride, but rather, build bridges with the pebbles of humility. For in the end, it is the unspoken, the silent admissions to ourselves, that weave the most authentic tapestry of life.
Copyright © Beatriz Esmer