Sometimes it’s what is being left unsaid that is screaming at you the loudest. Sometimes the silence is your answer.
Often, we find that we leave the words unspoken out of hope, despair and trust. We hope that someone will listen, or read between the lines. We hope that we are understood, without the need to voice our opinion, our pain, or our smile. We hope that our silence can be enough.
In the depths of our despair, we keep our questions to ourselves. On the surface we may pretend, or we may even let you in. But at some point there is a quiet void, a whisper of desperation. That moment where we wish beyond anything for the words and reasons to make it right. We might not speak it, we might not make it known. But our lack of conversation builds an echo in itself.
We trust in our own strength and perseverance. We trust in our ability to fix our wrongs. Trust that we will speak up when we need too, when it is our time. We trust that our silence is understood by those, who are in turn, deserving of what we can say. We trust that the louder our silence becomes, the quieter our demons can rage. We trust that we say only what needs to be heard.
So the saying goes; if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. Refrain from hurting someone else or even from hurting yourself. Bite back the negativity, and simply walk away. If they are worthy of your time, your patience, your voice; then surely you’ve already been heard.
In the end, the weight of the unspoken actually speaks a thousand words, if only you would care to listen.
- Natalie Shaw
I will never have any use for empty words. If you can only give me silence, then so be it, I won’t ask for more. I won’t wait for words you may want to say but can’t. In time, they’ll only be as useless as what you’ve turned them into. In time, they won’t have any meaning. And for right now? I’m not even sure I would want to listen. Keep them and I’ll keep mine.
- Natalie Shaw
Memories are one of the most powerful components we possess. They award us the chance to remember every moment that has passed us by; they give us the chance to heal. We remember our regrets, our wrong doings and misfortunes and we learn from these mistakes. We find out strengths that we didn’t know we had, and we find the hope that will lead our way. We remember our happiest moments, the people and words that made us smile. The gestures that touched our hearts, the sounds that guided our dreams, the lyrics that sought us comfort. We remember everything; the good, the bad and the in between.
Sometimes memories can be tainted, fragmented by our own design. We will see less of someone or something because of the anger that clouded our judgment, or the webs spun we never believed to be true. Sometimes, we see more in a memory than we ever planned to see. We find forgiveness, refuge and redemption. We find peace in knowing that time mends all wounds.
The memory is powerful. It will surprise you with a smile, a laugh or tears. It can creep up on you, and play tricks on your mind. But if you ask me, no matter the form in which the memory plays, or the harshness of its reality – there is nothing more beautiful than the magic of what was. The ability to treasure the souls long gone and to hold them within ourselves. To know that no matter how brave and tall we stand, or how weak and shallow we may feel, they are here. In every breath we take, in every word we speak. In every moment we live, we do it not only for them, but with them. We do it together.
While sometimes the grace of others is carried away, we can take comfort in the knowledge that they were carried by wings and no less. We can take comfort in their presence that will remain and in the memories we will keep. They may be missed, but they will also be remembered.
Rest in peace Grandpa, we won’t forget.
25/8/1935 - 3/9/2013
- Natalie Shaw