The Quiet Noise

words are just words. noise are just noise. we can shout our lungs from the rooftop. the question still remains.. is there essence to the noise?

we can say whatever we want to say, but are we uttering what needs to be understood? words, i believe, are double-entendre.

a friend quoted a phrase by Alan Greenspan, "i know you think you understand what you thought i said, but i'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what i meant."  very powerful. very compelling.

by nature, human beings choose to hear only what they want to hear.  rebuff what is perplex to the ear. we succumb to the sound but not with the content.  we cast our senses to what appeals to our liking.  

the same goes with what we convey.  Are we really divulging the depth of the context or we simply choose to disregard for the satisfaction of the receiver? we are muddled with the dilemma.

"action speaks louder than words." an overuse phrase, sometimes make-do as an excuse. 

I call it.. the quiet noise.

we can speak the phrases of our emotions, but is the emotion itself rising above the words?  a person can simply say "i am okay," but to what extent of the word implies the truth.  the gestures we exhibit are more profound and revealing of a human's soul. 

the noise of our actions are more potent than the unending vocabulary that we speak.  

the stifle tears in our eyes, the tranquil smile in our face, the calm rest of our hands, the broad stillness of our shoulders.. all magnifies the true meaning of what we feel.  It shouts and roars the enigma of our hearts without making utter noise.

we sit in the silence of the air and can express the longing and yearning of our soul.  we can close our eyes and expose our deepest desire. we simply hold a hand and signify support.

a smile can sustain tons.  a tear can break distance. a touch can calm an ache. a shrug can explain everything.

Ssssshhhh.. 
sit still and heed to the quiet noise.




 




~A