Its been said a lot of times. Silence is a weapon.
Some use it to destroy, disintegrate, defame, vilify, incarnate people and add any other qualifier to contemplate this fact. In simple words, there are a very few who use it to safeguard their modesty.
The truth is not ought to be termed as a fact indeed.
Facts vary; truths don’t.
Well! My silence is my integrity. I use it to let people know that they did something wrong without having to speak a single word into disgust. I use it to get relieved of the stress that unanimously arouses because of someone else’s proceedings. It does affect you. What people say about you and to you, has to affect you. After all you’re a human being. Ain’t you?
My silence doesn’t always mean “Yes” or “No”.
Sometimes it means, I’m tired of explaining to people who don’t even care to understand.
People call it attitude.
Yes I have attitude because nine of every ten people I meet don’t deserve my kindness.
And I can’t always put a smile on my face and walk around like a moron letting every other person bang upon me.
I try and look stern not to let myself down because I know what’s in my heart is purely connective and I’m not doing anything to impress anyone.
That’s the kind of person I am. But, that’s attitude and its not a disability. The only disability in life is – a bad Attitude.
I don’t want everybody to like me because I know not everyone is going to like me.
Someone who could understand the reason behind one’s happenings without letting one know.
That’s the best part of one’s life.
And my life is not about just one person and can never be.
It’s about two who I know are always with me.