Shut up and save the world

Most people are an expert on one subject or another and they never run out of things to mumble about. We’re social animals so I guess it serves us right.

Our ears, inclined to lose sight of all the commotion, has adjusted by creating a loop that flushes it all out and as a result, important things have become hard for us to process.

I’ve broken down the commotion into feasible categories: I’d say 50% of it is comprised of contemplation of that which makes no useful difference to anyone. That 50% is made up of; manufactured products (37 %), enquiry over who wants to eat and from where (11%), informative input on that new development taking place half way across the world (1.9%) and then the 0.1% work related conversation that arises ever so bitterly.

The other 50% randomly and predominantly consist of loud noises we make during metabolic processes such as defecation, flatulence, a tale of what happened when you went there that day and so on…

Ultimately we’re bound to lose track of our audibility and everything gets buffered out.

My numbness to words has become a comfortable part of me and just before bed time, I find myself asphyxiated in that violent mute of silence.

To escape it, I try to replace the noise with visual images that vainly fits my ordinary life and savor the possibility of its adaptation into reality every scene of the drowsy way. But then it’s 6am and people start their racketing again.

Of course, chances are you are one of those amps and also a victim of this common turmoil; aware of the continuous black mailing of time and the essence of ‘you’ fading in it and therefore, the dire need to communicate- to be heard.

Then one day, you meet the other half of you who completes you by complimenting the noises you make and making it sound like a duet to both your ears when it’s really, still, flatulence.

All the pollution we’ve caused just to cover up on our insecurities has only distorted our views and the crucial use of language. We struggle and aim to polish our ambassadors when in reality, it's a faulty projection of a very weak foundation; our-true-selves.

Why do we need to hide our-true-selves when the only way to develop is by willing to be placed in any circumstance completely naked of the ego and getting exposed to the forces that yield change?

The more the world’s current turn of events compels me into a silent observing trance, the more I wish everyone around me did the same. The anxiety that fills us up (or rather the ones we harbour) triggers a chain reaction that channels an alien set of responses which therefore leads us into the pit.

And that man-made pit is your life now.