By wrapping ourselves in our thoughts and feelings — specifically our memories, our opinions and our expectations, all of which are ego-driven reflections and not reality itself, we craft an alternate universe. And when we communicate from that place, we’re low-key lying: to ourselves, to our family and friends, to our peers and bosses, to the Twitter machine. We’re fake news-ing ourselves. And isn’t that really a contributing factor to so many ills, personal and societal? Just a bunch of us wrapped up in our own heads — screaming at each other about the demons taking up residence?
I briefly wish I knew about silence earlier in my life, when I was all bluster and broadcast, and then I recognize this desire as my mind fixating on a memory that no longer serves me, and I throw it gently back into the sea. It settles in the din back below the surface, sinks and passes. And, again, all is quiet.