The Loudness of Silence

I think I’m always a bit surprised when I find out someone hasn’t been all that truthful to me. Whether it be through words, actions, or … Silence.

Silence speaks volumes. It fills the air like cackling geese telling me that I have been wrong about an event … Wrong about a person … Wrong about what I knew to be true. The geese laughing at me and the silence making noise.

Silence is the worst way to discover, yet it’s happened to me twice in a six weeks period. I thought something about a person and through their silence, volumes were spoken about who they really were. Why? There is no point. There is nothing to lose to speak up, yet everything to lose through the silence. You give up the opportunity to make things right. You give up the opportunity of experiencing forgiveness. You give up friendship. I guess those things are not wanted. I can’t help but think it really has nothing to do with me, but the kind of person they are. Weak maybe? Too ashamed to speak? Where is their voice? Oh yeah, it’s silence.

All I can do is say my peace and do my best to remain true to myself and forgive. I may never get true satisfaction or understanding, but I will squash the silence and continue on and always speak up.