I listened into the silence for a change.
Instead of trying to fill it with words, I listened.
So nothing outside me can determine what enough is?
Then why is there a “world” at all?
Is anyone listening?
All my life, whenever I was met with silence, I always assumed I was being ignored. Or that something was being withheld. My focus had always been on what I wasn’t getting – from someone else.
This time I thought, what if I just continued to listen? What would happen?
So I listened. No one else was speaking, after all.
And nothing happened. The only thing “happening” was me.
So I continued to listen.
After a while, I heard “Yes. Only you. Only you can determine what enough is.”
I had answered myself, though. Hadn’t I? It sounded like my voice.
So who had addressed me as “you?”
Reflexively, I still needed confirmation – from a “someone else” – that what I heard was true. After all, what else is the world for?
So I asked again.
“Only I can know what enough is?”
Then, finally: “Why am I here?”
Out of that silence came an idea, though.
"Just keep it simple."
Maybe I was here to listen and to pay attention. Simple as that.
And then, if I paid attention long enough, maybe I could learn who I am and why I'm here.
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