Silence is Bliss.
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Silence means so many things. Silence can be arkward, silence can be harsh, silence can be the end, silence can be peaceful, silence can be calming, silence can be disorientating, silence can beautiful and silence can be perfect.
Silence is what I felt as I walked into that peaceful room. It was pure bliss. Sometimes I wish for everything around me to just stop and be quiet. My brother on the xbox, to suddenly freeze and stop his imaginary, visual, virtual war. My parents and sisters to just stop and calm there frenzied, chaotic noise over a match of cards. And the slow, but sure tapping of the keys as I type this description of what I want.
I want to be able to walk around in the frozen, silent world of a stopped time. Just to see all the beauty in the small things around me. A butterfly just about to land on a leaf. Or a drop of rain exploding as it hit the hard, dead, cold concrete. I want to see all of this, so if ever necessary in a time of chaos and destruction. I can just sit down in a calm, quite place and recall this wonderful thought that life can be beautiful. I could then be enlightened and calm to sort out the situation I would be in.
All of these things I want, but can rarely have. But for those few moments where I can arrive home from a hectic day at school or where ever I was. And be in pure silence, without even the washing machine making a noise. I can recapture the beauty of the world around me and truly be at peace with my mind. For those small and few moments I will be in Heaven.
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