Silence is only frightening to those who are compulsively verbalizing
I rarely speak because I have nothing to prove but everything to learn. However, I even neglect to speak to my own self, causing a failure in reflection and realization of many positives in life so far.
Because my speech isn't the loudest in the room, I'm often misunderstood and may even be seen as inadequate. Such misconception can then seep into my own thinking and misconstruction of self. I've made more mistakes than rights, but this silent reflection is to let me know life is continually amazing, and I am part of it.
“ I am not here to tell you that defeat is part of life: we all know that. Only the defeated know Love. Because it is in the realm of Love that we fight out first battles – and generally lose.
I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated.
They are the ones who never fought. They managed to avoid scars, humiliations, and feelings of helplessness, as well as those moments when even the warriors doubt the existence of God.
Such people can say with pride: “I never lost a battle.” On the other hand, they will never be able to say: “I won a battle.”
Not that they care. They live in a universe in which they believe they are invulnerable; they feel safe because they do not have to deal with the daily challenges faced by those who risk stepping out beyond their own boundaries.
In the silence of the night, they fight their imaginary battles: their unrealized dreams, the injustices to which they turned a blind eye, the moments of cowardice they managed to conceal from other people – but not from themselves – and the love that crossed their path with a sparkle in its eyes, the love God had intended for them, but which they lacked the courage to embrace.
And they promise themselves: “Tomorrow will be different.”
But tomorrow comes and the paralyzing question surfaces in their mind: “What if it doesn’t work out?” And so they do nothing.
Woe to those who were never beaten! They will never be winners in this life. “
Manuscript Found in Accra - Paulo Coelho
Another one. Another massacre at the hands of a reprieved soul. Another news feature lobbying against government policies. When do we divert our attention away from that of gun laws and examine with more intent, the issue of mental health.
The facts are apparent, we have a president married to the NRA (National Rifle Association). Changing his values will require a great deal of efforts in which we should not retreat.
What can each of us do in the meantime?
These shooters are troubled, mentally. Looking at each situation, the shooter has been pushed beyond their “limits” … but haven’t we all? To say a person has never been outraged beyond normal characteristics would be the largest lie we’ve ever told.
What is really going on then?
Looking at depression, I ask are we really doing everything possible to address it, or do we prescribe what’s easiest, cheapest, fastest? An even deeper question, are we defining depression properly?
Are we loving others the right way, or are we simply loving those who are easy to love? Do we really know how to love, a true love that is nourishing for the recipient, or are we just building up our own resumé suitable to get us through the gates of heaven?
Are we paying attention to people beyond what we see on our social media screens; are we paying attention to ourselves...