Silence is a paradox. It can mean everything! when a toddler is silent, we automatically investigate for silence usually means they have found something to enjoy they should not. We flop on the bed; silence at long last as the infant sleeps, finally a respite following a long fretful night.
Suddenly our delightful baby has progressed to their teen years. We laughingly remember what silence was. A delightful chaos now reigns, where’s this where’s that, I’ve lost something or other, always in a rush to be somewhere or do something. Friends arrive and we are surrounded by chaos personified. Amid laughter, screeches, music a little too loud, footsteps racing to the kitchen for food and back again we wonder, when will we have silence?
Without warning they are young adults moving away, their lives truly beginning as they enter college, university or their first job away from home. Silence! How many occasions, longing for quiet solitude, we yearned for silence in which to gather our thoughts in which to make decisions. Now we have it, but silence is not what we want.
Now we’re lost in aching silence. Where noise and boisterous activity once abounded, there’s nothing, nothing but silence! Surrounded by silence! How can we live with such silence?
Indeed a paradox! The thing we sought, we finally have, and yet it is not what we want Years pass and silence is all we know. We would give anything for just one moment, again filled with anything but silence.