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Quiet isn’t exactly what it’s made out to be.
Don’t be fooled by its silent character.
There’s something dangerous brewing in the still background.
Are you brave enough to find out what it is?
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Quiet can never be calm. That’s equivalent to calling a fool a saint. The apparent lack of intellect isn’t a sign of holiness. Quiet is the absence of sound, the deficiency of noise, silencing the exterior din so that the inner chaos can be placated. Have you ever heard of the quiet […]
Beware of the Quiet — Gobblers & Masticadores
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Such a loud, vibrant observation of the quiet! 🙂
Ah thanks! I guess the quiet can be so much more than just quiet. You’ve said it so well. 🙂
I think Tuesdays should be called as Tarveen Tuesday.
I wanted to ask, how to approach for collaboration??
I have some friends who would love to write for you.
Thanks a lot for the compliment, Devang. Please email me at : terveengill@yahoo.com
Would love to read new writing.
If you have any more questions, please let me know. Take care. 🙂
This inspires me to write a piece on losing voice. I yet to write it… it’s brewing like a kettle, soon will make a sound after the long silence.
I’m looking forward to that, Cassa. Yes, let it brew and then serve it. Silence can be empowering. 🙂
Yap!
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It’s a lovely one. You’ve described the feeling and process so accurately. 🙂
Thanks for the inspiration of your post.
Great post, Terveen. One which will have me thinking for the rest of the week. Is ‘the quiet,’ something writers ever experience? I read somewhere that Buddhist monks can practice a lifetime just to encounter a moment of true silence. Sometimes quieter places can be louder than a city, inside your head.
That’s so true, Davy. The quiet is so much. It’s character really defies its definition. I’m not sure who are what can pinpoint real silence? Is it simply an anomaly? The more we try to understand, the more we shrug our shoulders. Thanks so much for your take on this. 🙂
Love this write, love your writing, always. Wonderful story, Terveen. Lots of wisdom to take away here, and some laughs too! The best. 😊
Thanks so much, Jeff. Wisdom resides in a few unexpected laughs. I think… Haha. 🙂
Fascinating description of the quiet, makes me come up with so many ideas about moments of when I was quiet, but also of those awkward silences we sometimes have; these say a lot too without even making a sound. I still would love some quiet time in my head though 😉
Despite the definition it harbors, the quiet can create quite an uproar. I can understand what you mean by ‘quiet time in the head’. That can be really delightful. I wish you some peaceful, quiet times ahead. Take care. 🙂
I think everyone can relate to this post. The worst is when the house is nice and quiet when you try to sleep, but your brain never shuts up. Dead silence outside, and yet inside there’s a volume you have no control over keeping you up all night. I can’t even imagine hearing other people’s voices in my head. What a nightmare that would be, unless they’re singing lullabies. You’re not hearing voices in your head are ya, Terveen? Make sure you let someone know if you think the government is talking to you through your coffee machine. Because it might be worth money.
Haha! I’ll keep that in mind, Tony, with all the other crapload of stuff in there. I’m amazed at HOW MUCH can actually be in there? It’s not like there’s unlimited space. Maybe it just feels that way. And I hear many voices but try to ignore them. Could that be where the stories come from? And when it’s too loud in the head to sleep at night, I just let the sheep out and tell them to count themselves to sleep. Thanks for some terrific points. And beware of the quiet and the government. 🙂
Maybe there is unlimited space after all. Maybe the brain just acts like a filter and all the information is just out there as part of the collective unconscious or whatever. Or maybe it’s your whole body storing info and not just your brain. Or maybe you just got a big ‘ol brain.
Lol. I’ll go with all of the above. It’s safer that way. Thanks Tony. 🙂
That’s so true. Beware of the quiet ones. I mean I’ve observed a lot of quiet passive aggression to know that quietness is not as gentle as it sounds. And ” ‘It’ is the annoying aunt who never has anything nice to say.” That’s soooo true. I have aunts like that. LOL. I think the bad gene come from my grandma who is always the perfect, the best, the most diligent, the invulnerable. Her emotional remoteness is the one that caused the damage to my mother and her sisters. They are all damaged and become as narcissistic as my grandma.
That’s something that can happen and the damage is difficult to reverse. I think there’s a fine line between being strong and being emotionally numb or dead. And the traits can pass from one generation to the next. The word quiet somehow contradicts its own meaning. It’s actually the complete opposite. Thanks for sharing your life and experiences. They matter a lot. Take care and be well! 🙂
This is one gorgeously poetic piece, Terveen! ❤️
Thanks so much, Aaysid. I appreciate it. 🙂