As a person with a loud mind, if there is one thing that I appreciate and treasure is silence. A pity that it doesn’t happen quite often. But when I manage to be in complete silence it is when I can hear my deep self. I haven’t heard from my bliss or dream yet (or maybe I have, just don’t believe and embrace it as I should), but I do hear me speaking. Softly, almost as if it was a whisper, a whisper of me, claiming to be. Whoever I am.
And that is the magic of silence.
Shshshshshsh!
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