Silence

The world is a very scary place full of very scary things. It's also full of some amazing and wonderful moments that, sometimes, balance out all the negativity. However, sometimes it is what we don't hear or do that hurts the most. Sometimes it's not the people we see or the things we do but rather the things we don't that can ruin an otherwise perfect day, week, month, whatever. At the end of the day the silence is by far the worst.

Source: https://merefina.wordpress.com/2015/07/07/silence-can-be-telling/

 Silence, though the quietest, is by far the most deafening. When we have been hurt in such a way that there is nothing that we can do or say to feel better, that is when the silence hurts most. It is the silence of others when you know someone should speak up. It's the silence of ourselves when someone asks us if we are alright and for the umpteenth time we reply "I'm fine" when really, we're dying inside. It's the silence of those around us when someone makes you feel any less of a person for some arbitrary reason. It's the silence you feel that closes in around you, suffocating you. The sounds eventually stop but silence is always waiting. Silence is always lurking around the corner, waiting to strike. Silence is the force waiting for you at home every night, no matter how happy and full of laughter your day has been. Silence is the silent killer and it has to be stopped. We need to stand up for each other. We need to show others that it does get better because no one else is going to do it for us. We need to stop standing around while others are made to feel worthless and as though they somehow, in some way, deserve less than anybody else. We need to be able to talk openly about our feelings. We need to avoid judging those fortunate few who are able to speak openly about their feelings for they, in the end, are the best prepared in life. They are the healthy who do not bottle up feelings inside so that they explode on the innocent. We need to be able to accept to ourselves that everything is not "fine" and that maybe, just maybe, things are not "all good." We need to push further than a simple "I'm fine." We need to read between the lines. We need to listen. We need to hear the silence. We need to speak out. We need to fight back. In short, we need to stop the silence for at the end of the day it is not the words of our enemies that we remember, but rather the silence of our friends. The injuries inflicted by sound heal in time while those forged in silence stick with us forever.

Silence is dangerous. It has to be stopped.