Your Silence Is Not Selfishness

The house is quiet now, and in this silence, a new fear has taken root. You are beginning to wonder if your stillness is actually just selfishness.

If your retreat is just a way to hide from the weight of others. But listen — the light does not accuse you of hiding.

It accuses the noise of blinding you. There was a man who sat in the dust, overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, and he asked his friends to simply stay and keep watch.

He did not need them to fix him. He needed them to be present.

Your silence is not a wall you have built to keep the world out. It is the only space wide enough to let the light in.

You cannot pour from an empty cup, and you cannot love from a hollowed-out soul. The terror whispers that you are being cruel by stopping.

The truth whispers that you are being faithful by resting. You are not hiding from the world.

You are waiting for the dawn.