I came here to France with the purpose of learning new words and grammar rules unknown to me before and yet this week I have found myself barely even speaking more than 5 minutes a day. The majority of my time has been spent somewhere between the Internet, reading my French books, and making tea in the kitchen - none of which is really conducive to actual talking. Even still, I've come to realize that I actually enjoy this silence I've grown accustomed to living in.
For me silence used to be an uncomfortable thing. It seems to me that I can recall plenty of memories of times when I would babble endlessly about insignificant things. Now I can't really see any purpose in any of that - it seems to me nothing more than a meaningless filler. I've become hesitant to fill the moments like this anymore, I can't see the point in expending the energy or the breath.
My new goal is to try to speak a little bit less, to grow more comfortable with the silence. Maybe in doing this I can actually learn to listen more and not feel as if my life is nothing more than filler. I have heard it said that with silence comes truth and strength - I hope this is true. I could use both.
For me silence used to be an uncomfortable thing. It seems to me that I can recall plenty of memories of times when I would babble endlessly about insignificant things. Now I can't really see any purpose in any of that - it seems to me nothing more than a meaningless filler. I've become hesitant to fill the moments like this anymore, I can't see the point in expending the energy or the breath.
My new goal is to try to speak a little bit less, to grow more comfortable with the silence. Maybe in doing this I can actually learn to listen more and not feel as if my life is nothing more than filler. I have heard it said that with silence comes truth and strength - I hope this is true. I could use both.
No comments:
Post a Comment