Find Your Voice in Silence

Hey Bloggers!

How do you talk to someone, when you cannot even find your own voice? You want to be heard, but you are unable to make out a single word. Mind of yours is full of thoughts and ideas, but your mouth is silent. You feel that pull from your mind “that control” to step back from verbal expression, and you wonder whether you are just engineered to be a thinker and writer… nothing more.

You speak and your words sound forced and rehearsed. Words are your friend, only if it is read, heard, or written, but once it is spoken, it becomes a stranger: a stranger with no intentions of identifying your verbal competency. Talking to you is only used for simple responses such as: Good, I’m Fine, How About You, and Thank You. Even a simple “hello” is difficult to enunciate.

A smile is the best you can do. It eliminates the dilemma of topics to talk about, the measure of its interest level, expectation of feedbacks, and ultimately the risk of being judged by word choices, expressions, and opinions. Silence literally saves you. It saves you from your careless mouth, the listening ears, and the factory of accompanying adversities.

This is jblogger, signing off ❤

Beauty and Curse from the Heavens

Hey wordpressers,

We wonder up above the sky, yelling “what kind of blue are you?” Staring beyond the universe questioning how stars could shine so bright. Variations of yellow and oranges we come to label as the sunrise and sunsets, and the sprinkles from the heavyhearted clouds telling us that they too need release. The polychromatic rainbow curve just above the clouds and its reflection bouncing back to the earth, scientists has come to label as prisms. These are all the beauty of the universe. Beauty nature has given us since the world began.

However, these beautiful creatures above our heads could also be a beautiful disaster. Disasters so beautiful, even death itself are approached by aimless souls. This motherly nature turns her back to us, and we are swept by calamities. We are blindsided by its beauty, or maybe… just maybe… we did the heavens wrong or mother nature in this case. So we are doomed for destruction. The once beautiful sunshine is now covered up with thick dark clouds as it precipitates above us. Lightning and thunder flashes and rumbles, shaking our faiths as we cry for dear help.

The fascination on how such beauty can become horrid is absolutely existent. We stare at the innocent clouds one day and we question its very purpose asking, “Are you here to hold up the sky or are you just waiting for everything to explode from your bottled up fluff?”

– jasminedelacerna ❤