Today I woke up and realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just sat in silence. No phone, no music, no TV shows. I just sat there and looked out the window. I used to think that was boring, that it was a waste of time, that I had to be constantly doing something, rushing somewhere, or watching something. And then I tried it.
I turned off the sound on my phone, put it away, sat on the windowsill, and just started looking out at the street. At first, it felt strange. My hands reached for the screen, my mind started coming up with things to do. But I held on. After a few minutes, I noticed how the wind was swaying the trees, how the sun was slowly moving across the wall, how the clouds were drifting by. And suddenly it became so calm, so light, as if I had exhaled what I’d been carrying inside me for weeks.
I don’t know why we’re so afraid of silence. Why we fill every spare minute with sounds, news, other people’s thoughts. Maybe because we’re afraid to be alone with ourselves? Afraid to hear what’s inside? I don’t know the answer. But I know that today I took a step toward not being afraid.
I’ll definitely do it again tomorrow. And the day after. Have you ever tried just sitting in silence? Without a phone, without music, without thoughts? If not—give it a try. Maybe you’ll like it too 😊