Silence is a commodity and a lost art in this noisy, hyperconnected world.
We live and breathe the din of the digital cacophony: statuses that read like a drunk uncle narrating his every move at a Christmas party, nestled between political rants and foodie cravings and humble bragging. It’s not a bad thing, being that connected to a tribe that supports every mundanity of each others’ existence. Or bearing witness to the trivial moments of every person we know. It’s constant, never-ending, and safe.
Come in, we’re always open.
The beauty in an everlasting conversation is that there are diamonds in the coal mine. If you’re lucky, you find a rare cluster of them who gleam with inspiration. Those are the ones who put the UP in updates, with potent affirmations and stories that invite spiritual synergy.
Still, there is no stillness in this world. No pause between breaths. No space to just be. Or not to be.
Even in intimacy, in private traumas, in meditation, we groupie up and hashtag ourselves and our sacred journeys, because oversharing is caring.
We are legion.
So our stories are running together like melted crayon art. We are a rainbow of nonconforming conformists fighting conformity — together. One for all and all for all. It’s a communal life.
This isn’t a protest against the collective, though. I don’t discount the benefits of togetherness, really, I don’t. But we need the quietude of ourselves.
We have forgotten: There is profundity in silence.
We are, after all, made of ivory and stardust and whispers from the galaxy. We are meant to evolve in silence. In those achingly soft spaces between our statuses, we find our personal supernovas and the unbearable lightness of being. That lull is the quiet mirror of introspection which shapes us. And it’s often when we’re silent that we finally find our voice.
In silence, the truth lives boldly, with #nofilter. The quieter we are, the more we can hear —the unspoken honesty of our souls and the wisdom of others who go unheard.
Here is what I am asking: Step into solitude and silence and embrace the unfiltered story of YOU.
Unplug. Disconnect. Ghost your news feed. Be quiet.
Sit with yourself in silence and birth a legacy, and tell a story in the spaces between words.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you, as the great Maya Angelou would tell you. Unleash your untold story in the profundity of your silence, and by the writer’s creed, show, don’t tell.
And when you’re ready to publish that story to the world, come find me.
Kemari Howell is a self-described intuitive word goddess who uses her powers as a bestselling editor and professional namer (and a recovering copywriter) to help people tell stories that change the world. She’s a rebel mama to twin teenagers and is obsessed with mermaids, peacocks, lotuses, and all things purple. In her spare time, she annoyingly uses baby talk with her mini dachshunds and consumes copious amounts of coffee and pizza. You can find her on Facebook and Instagram.
Originally published at medium.com