Silence has never felt singular to me. It can be a refuge, a burden, a gesture of civility, a form of resistance, or a quiet suffering. At times, it even becomes a shared unspoken agreement, what some might call a quiet conspiracy of silence.

Though not an emotion in itself, silence often carries the weight of one.

Vietnamese Zen Master, Thich Nhat Hanh observed that true silence is not merely the absence of noise but freedom from the inner chatter that keeps us from being present. Perhaps that is why silence is so difficult to define.

The more I reflected on it, the more it seemed to reveal less about sound and more about the way we relate to ourselves, to others, and to what remains unsaid.

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