What Was So Silent About the Night?
Nights are rarely silent. Even in the deepest hours, the world hums with life. A distant owl calls, leaves rustle in the breeze, and stars shimmer in their quiet brilliance. So, what makes us describe certain nights as silent?
Perhaps it’s not the absence of sound but the presence of something deeper—an atmosphere of stillness that quiets the noise within. Some nights, like the one immortalized in Silent Night, holy night, carry a weight of reflection, where the world feels softer, more profound. They make you pause, feel, and listen—not to the world around you but to the world within.
But not all silence is peaceful. Some nights hold the stillness of waiting—of anticipation so heavy it seems to stop time. These are the nights before big moments, before answers, or after losses when the quiet feels louder than any noise.
Still, within these moments, whether comforting or unsettling, lies a certain clarity. The silent night doesn’t have to be perfect; it just has to make you pause.
Tonight, the question lingers: was it the world that went silent, or was it you?
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