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Silence




"What is a word that comforts you?"

            


                     This question marked in my mind the moment it was asked by a celebrity that I watched when she has this so called talk concert. There are words that the audience shared when they were asked by this question. Some said that the word eat deliciously are the words that can comfort him. And those words are from her song "Tunnel" 

                  Those words can be shallow for others, and can also be shallow if it was included in a song, but it can be meaningful when you were there in the situation. Especially if you love to eat and you were stress eating.  There are also words that can comfort you like some sorts of motivational and such but the moment Sejeong said this word, I realized that this is also my comforting word.




 Silence


            This can be my comforting word. But unlike others that it is a word that was said by someone, mine is the word itself. Silence has the power to make our minds feel better in any way. Or is it just me? As I started thinking, there are times that silence can have the room for the negative thoughts to welcome you, silence can add the volume for the voices in our heads and it really depends on our mood and situation and how you cope up in every situation. 


           But silence is my comfort word. It gave me the opportunity to think deeply the situation I'm coming through. That's why when I'm at my darkest times, words coming from others doesn't affect me at all, I always feel like they can't understand me. They never will. Although I'm aware that their help and comfort were sincere, but how can they even help me if I can't even help myself first, and I'm not willing to be helped? 

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