There was a need for silence ..a silence within.
There still is.In a world were chaos is the status of anyone who can still breath,there is always a need for the innervoice.
The voice that suggests the right decision,the one that knows to express only love,the one that is happy for the smallest of things,the one that loves the rain,the one that feels compassion ,the one that wants to help ,the one which sings the tune of love and dance to the rythm of life.
This voice can be heard only in silence.It can be acheived only through silence.It is the voice of the man on the cross,the voice of the holy texts,the voice of birth ,the voice of life and the voice of death.
Yet,we pretend to be deaf. But,may be,that is how it is supposed to be.Not everyone loves to explore,not everyone loves adventure.They decide to survive ,while a few others decide to LIVE .
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