It wasn't until I saw people, who mattered to me, drown themselves in the loudness of life that their actions became their words because no one would listen.
The harder they tried to be recognized and the louder they spoke, the more difficult it became for outsiders to understand their intentions.
Others could hear them, but never listened.
Their last resort was to act out of the desire for attention and because their actions spoke louder than words, it was much easier for others to make something of what they saw with their own two eyes, rather than straining their eardrums attempting to listen to their story.
"What's wrong?" became the opener for their conversations, yet I sat their wondering why do we not ask what's right?
It's as if some only care when everything has been damaged and only a few are there when life is going well, but it is rare to find those who will help you mend the broken and be your support when creating a new foundation.
It was the silence that taught me to recognize those who could handle the nothingness in the air and actually listen to it.
I found the truth floating in the silence.
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