Hello, citizens from the world of "Freedom of Speech". I'm just a teeny weeny soul who lost her own voice among the phenomenal,overwhelming and deafening cacophony of countless 'extraordinarily humane' voices. But I am glad to listen always...
If everybody exercises their right of being free to say whatever they want whenever wherever, then who would be left wherever to listen to whatever is being said whenever? Perplexing combination of words, huh? I know. But that's what silent listeners go through everyday. A maddening chaos inside their heads.
Listeners like me are like wallflowers. Invisible. Almost a kind of background noise that you can easily get rid of closing the door of your soundproof room. Stories are best enjoyed when read from a book compared to when it's told by
a storyteller. Anybody is welcome to disagree. Nevertheless, I believe book pages know how to listen, so the stories written on them are safest there. Once upon a time I was a blank page.
Time flies, and we all shift from being the little girl/boy who only wanted to hug her/his mom before bedtime to becoming a wandering soul lying on a cold, empty bed staring at a dark wall or ceiling. Our pages get scribbled on, engraved in bold letters, overwritten or even slashed with long red lines across them...
Not saying all of our pages run out of space. Some among us own vibrant chapters,colored in the brightest of hues. Pages after pages of glory,adventures,social acceptance,material wealth, perceived happiness, virtual fame in 'fairy tale' lives steal the limelight like rare trophies which radiate happiness as if it were a magic potion to immortality. Then again, how many 'picture-perfect events' in other people's lives have succeeded in making us forget our own yellow-ish, dog-eared pages that we keep coming back to every night? While we're repeating our mistakes... or when we need to recall all those pricey lessons learnt from the past...
Are we always found in the triumphant cries of the undefeated champions who surround us? How far does the voices of those who seldom speak, travel? How many hearts claiming to speak on behalf of the humanity on Earth, can truly contemplate the intensity and depth of untold stories and meaningful,deep silence?
In those split seconds when you feel lost, have you ever sought peace in universal acknowledgement of the basic elements that keep you alive even though broken? Have you ever given into your inner desire to be separated from the 'greener grass on the other side'? Well those who mostly listen, they have. And I have..
Have you ever wondered how poorly the heroes of this world would 'weep' if none were to listen to their epic tales of bravery and victory, if none were to remember...?
Have you ever wondered how poorly the heroes of this world would 'weep' if none were to listen to their epic tales of bravery and victory, if none were to remember...?
Ironically so, those who listens incessantly are often regraded as people who've no contribution to their community,but don't we notice 'quietly listening' is preaching tolerance itself like an umbrella everyone else had forgot to carry? True listeners are selfless, strong souls who can allow foreign ideas to invade their head space without being consumed by those themselves!
How many among us can listen but not interrupt? How many times have our ears recorded to precision without fabricating? Where is the point in filling up the cyberspace with countless words leaving voids in our minds?
Would you still truly listen when you could get lost by the force of it and not be found? When would we be strong enough to challenge our superego by listening to better, more powerful ideas and allowing their impacts to reshape our lives?
"Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand." ~Karl A. Menniger
