Shut Up

Shut Up

Reading Brave New World for English Class changed the way I look at the world.

Within those pages Huxley explored the world that would become our own.

For the deadening silence of noise now surrounds our everyday lives.

Nowadays, some might say silence gets in the way of our interactions.

To them, I say: Learn

Learn to be quiet

Learn to be silent

Learn to listen to the floating dust

It speaks volumes if you could hear it.

Then we learn the true human expression.

And I am not here to preach, ironically entertain some ironic hipsters,

or to make you sick with the icky sweet ramblings of teenagers.

I am her to say what I mean.

The thing is though,

What I mean has no words.

It is quiet and it

Is lyric less.

It is walking in socks

Is reading

Is inactivated poprocks

And closed cans of soda.

We can learn from each other

If we would just shut the hell up for a moment and listened

To the silence.

To Nothing.

But not really Nothing

Because Something is not nothing

And Something is quiet.

Silent

Unspoken

Inaudible yet perceptible.

Because this gaping noise void is full of shit.

And I don't mean bad shit,

good shit,

or even indifferent shit.

Just everyday shit.

The global shit.

The I love you shit

The "Well, this is awkward" shit

The "I really like her shoes" shit

The "Dude I'm like soooo tired" shit

Cause we need the everyday stuff.

No one can think in grandiose ideas 24/7.

Even when we were less distracted in times gone away,

People still cared about the little things.

"Did I do the laundry?"

"Didist I empty mine chamber pot?"

"Beth looks pretty in her dress to day"

"Oh no! I got mud on my shoes!"

Little things matter.

Short occurrences day to day.

We can share the silence in these moments too.

Meaningful looks don't have to mean anything.

Let us live by Huxley's revelations for us.

It has been said that

Communication is best when concise.

There is nothing more concise

Than looking at someone

In a moment of silence.