Silence. The blissful sound of nobody.
Peace. A way of being, when you’re alone.
Tranquil. The body unwinding when there’s no stress.
Relaxation. A foreign thing.
How do I achieve this? Do I need to run away?
Do people do that? Won’t I be judged by those I love? Won’t I miss them and feel guilty?
Of course. That’s why I stay. It is why I suffer silently. It’s why I endure it all. Because I love them.
It’s how life has to be.
I don’t get the luxury of a peaceful and quiet life.
Oh I catch glimpses now and then but its not my reality.
So I stay. I live. I give. I love.
It’s who I am.
But there are times that the road calls to me to join it with full abandon and I have to ask myself if one day I’ll answer it’s call and change everything.