In a world that’s full of words, I sometimes sat quietly in the hum around me with thoughts of my own about the existence of the words itself
About why they’re here and how they can magically lighten up our eyes
About all the 26 letters, along with their curves and lines, and the unique characteristics they bring to us, as well as how we can carry them
All in all, so that we can have a beautiful conversation with our surroundings
In a world that’s full of words, I find it odd sometimes that we, myself included, like to keep things silent, or, more specifically, delimit our words and then hope to be understood by others
After all, aren’t they created so we can listen and see their beauty?
These thoughts visits me often, crossing in the back of my head as I was seeing people walk right in front of my eyes. Silently, I wonder if they also think the same thing as I did
Maybe if I came up to them and asked, they’d give me the answer
So, this is me questioning
why are we afraid of asking?
why are we afraid to tell other people what we want?
to ask for help
to coming upfront
to ask for a favor
to communicate the truth
to tell what we need
was it because of the reaction?
the unknown of what lay ahead within their answer
or is it the rejection that can be hurt to hear?
quite frankly I’m tired of preserving my words
of leaving the canvas blank
of leaving the paper untouched
of leaving the room empty
soundless and soulless
for I wish to speak the way my mind talks
fearlessly and incessantly
because I think that it is never a bad thing to do so
It is never wrong to ask
It is never wrong to tell
It is never wrong to want to be understood
to simplify life by expressing
by talking, by asking
and I don’t think there’s shame in all of that
Maybe keeping words has been an easier choice given the fact that we all have our own fears. The fear of asking because it might turn into annoyance, the fear of telling because it might not sound genuine, the fear of rejection, and the list goes on.
It’s unrealistic yet irresistibly real. Looking back, there were a lot of moments and things that I got simply because of asking, telling, and communicating. And as soon as I realize that I can’t always have what I’m not willing to ask for, life becomes easier.
As far as I go through this life, I learned that we’re not going to lose anything by asking
because when we ask, we’re not just explaining, but we’re giving options. Either they’re going to agree, or disagree. Either the answer is going to be yes, or they’re going to be no. And although it can be hard to hear those disagreements and nos, at least we tried. And in the end, all that matters is what we can have control of. So might as well just focus on that
So start asking
start telling
go paint the canvas
go pour out the ink
go fill the room with noises
wholly and loudly
for our life is so short and might never happen twice
for the sake of what could have been and not what would never be
for speaking the way a mind can think.
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