I hate the perception of an analytical mind, for that leads to a constant voice that won't go away, one that seeks meaning behind words, actions, lack of actions...behavior in general. In silence, my mind is constantly working, thinking, tearing situations apart while further screaming at me to live my life in a way that makes me happy, to be the captain of my own ship, to surround myself with those that actually care about me. Yes. . .my friends, you think that I am not listening, when actually I am processing everything. Some have told me to accept people for who they are and how they are, yet my analyzing falls victim to eye rolls, shaking heads and deep breaths, aggravation and a lack of understanding. What's with the double standards? Regardless of being told there is no meaning behind what is said, I disagree in that many words spoken have a deeper meaning to it.
While some may think I like tearing things apart, I actually totally despise my analytical mind to a certain extent. I have had to read between the lines for so long, that it comes natural to me. I long for a mind that is calm, that is happy and content, that trusts, one that doesn't constantly question whether how I feel is wrong, if what I want is wrong and that doesn't feel guilty for having expectations for my life. I want a mind free from confusion and one that doesn't include the stabbing pain of heartbreak or incessant neglect.
While some may think I like tearing things apart, I actually totally despise my analytical mind to a certain extent. I have had to read between the lines for so long, that it comes natural to me. I long for a mind that is calm, that is happy and content, that trusts, one that doesn't constantly question whether how I feel is wrong, if what I want is wrong and that doesn't feel guilty for having expectations for my life. I want a mind free from confusion and one that doesn't include the stabbing pain of heartbreak or incessant neglect.
Silence does give me time to think. . .not just of things that trouble me, but of my writing and most importantly, of others. Yes, I know, it is a good thing to be concerned about others, to think about family and/or friends and what they may be dealing with because I do care so deeply for each of them. My heart is big and my love is unconditional. It has no borders and I hate when I think that maybe it should for in some circumstances silence causes my heart to silently break. While words can cut like a knife, silence it just as sharp and makes me wonder if it would be better for me to contain my love and guard my heart. Honestly, though how is that fair to anyone else? I have felt the numbness, have shut myself down from hurt and pain but in doing that, I have hurt others. It may guard your heart but it prevents others from loving you, prevents them from caring for you and for you to actually feel the love, the concern, the care and that just causes you to miss out on something so much greater. I would rather have loved and lost than not to love at all. I am not a cold person. I cannot shut my heart down for in doing that it just leads to bitterness and resentment and inevitably regret, it causes you to lose people in your life and I will not let anyone make me that way again!
Silence may be golden, but it can also be lethal. If only people would just say what they mean, there would be no reason to process, to read between lines, and definitely no cause for an analytical mind. . .