I spend most of my days alone. Aside from the trivial interactions with those individuals which cross my path each day...or who knows, I may be crossing their path?
Isn't it sad though? When everyday interactions are considered trivial? The small talk...the formalities...all considered pointless. When the "hi how are you" questions are sneered at because in reality...you don't really care. You don't really care how I am doing. You don't really care what I've been up to. You don't really care how I feel...mentally or physically. So why bother? If you really cared...interactions would move past formalities. They would be warm...friendly...inviting. instead remain cold, empty, and hollow. In the absence of conversation...silence fills the air. Silence leaves plenty of room for conversation...with yourself. I've always been asked "can I live with it?" You never really know what that means...til you only have yourself to deal with. Every conversation, every choice, every action you've ever made will replay and you will have to answer to yourself amidst the silence. But once you answer...the conversation stop. Could be days...weeks...years til this happens...but once it does...silence will be your peace. Silence will be your solice.
Shhhhh. Just listen......