Silence: A Balanced Pattern

Silence must be well balanced. When everything aches, when our eyes tear, and when your throat swells, silence heals. In a society full of noise, I think we take this absence for granted. The whispers of a television, whimpers of neighbours, whisping of the wind - everything births sound. We try so hard, using words to figure things out. We're never happy with what we have until we understand it. Our feelings have taken the back seat to words, to noise. With the roars of life, why not leave things to the unspoken. Has our society given up on gestures? Do we question someone's intentions behind a smile? Can we even communicate without disrupting the silence? I find the times we do accept the silence are the most outlandish, adding to our lack of communication skills. We wander with our headphones glued to our skulls, missing the opportunities for 'hello.' We deeply gaze into someone's eyes - connecting - but walk away. We speak, but never listen. I believe silence must be balanced. There has to be a give and take. It reminds me of a shore. As the wave pushes onto the beach, it pulls sand back with it. There will always be sand or water, but the pattern exists. A pattern of swelling noise, or lulling silence.