thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


February 19, 2010

Not to talk

Can't remember where have I read this, or when. But it was right. It went something like this: we know we've become adults when talking about our problems doesn't make us feel any better. Sadly, it is true. It just doesn't work that way anymore. One can talk - I can talk - but in the end it will be useless. That old feeling of lightness (lacking the appropriate word here) is no more. Now I talk, but the more I talk, the more I realize the size of the hole I'm sinking into. It doesn't help anymore (it never did; but now it doesn't even have a face value anymore). Silence seems more honest, truth be told. That's why I prefer not to talk anymore.

12:18 PM

 

2 Comments:

Blogger L.Chatterley said...

Well, that way I am not an adult.
:)

22/2/10 12:46  
Anonymous john said...

I do think each person must find his or her own way of dealing with things. Don't think there's any "universal formula", so to speak.

I, for one, have been learning the true value of silence. Not always in the good way, truth be told.

22/2/10 16:37  

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