For some, Silence is a solitary figure who has found inner peace.
For others, Silence is the one in charge when we find ourselves stuck. So stuck, in fact, that we become blocked and can’t figure a way out. So stuck that we can’t hear the alarm bells ringing that demand we take action to save our very existence.
And if we do nothing for long enough, Silence settles into our lives permanently.
And if we’re not careful, Silence drains all the colour and life from our existence. All because we’re too stuck to take the tiniest baby step forward to unstick ourselves.
While I applaud Quiet, the one who thinks before they act, the one who reflects before they react, we must do something about this kind of Silence.
One of the most effective and playful ways I’ve managed to sweep away the cobwebs is to make a din. To create the loudest possible noise, and even music, so that our bodies, hearts and minds become free to perform and sing again.
As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “Without music, life would a mistake.”