Between the Silence I Prefer… and the Loud Voice Reality Imposes🌷

Hello 🌷 

Sometimes we are captivated by quiet philosophies ,we admire the concept of the pale flower that survives through silent intelligence, or the swan whose feet toil and struggle beneath the water while its surface appearance remains completely calm and steady. But when I look at my daily reality, I find another, much harsher truth: quietude alone is not enough, and sometimes, a loud voice is exactly what is required to live.

Deep down, I am a person who indescribably sanctifies tranquility. I consider it my sanctuary, the source of my strength, and the language I wish understanding would dominate in.

However, to my profound regret, I live in a world that knows no peace and gives it no value a noisy, savage world that only hears those who scream. The calmness that I love, unfortunately, does not exist in my world.

In my world, if you do not raise your voice, your rights might be trampled upon, and if you do not display strength, your quiet nature is interpreted as weakness. I do not love shouting, and I am not one who prefers clamor, but I have learned that shouting is sometimes not a choice of leisure but an indispensable shield. The paradox is that I live with two personalities: an inner one that calculates everything with calm wisdom, and an outer one that descends into the arena to shout and make itself heard just to keep going.

And for this reason, I find myself loving the tulip specifically this flower that perfectly embodies everything I wish for. The tulip does not show off, nor does it open itself recklessly. Instead, it wraps its petals around itself in calmness and steadfastness, protecting its deep secret and tenderness within its closed cups. I see in it the self I wish to be: elegant, silent, and self-sufficient without any need for screaming. But in my reality, I end up forcibly snatching this calmness just to survive.

In the deepest parts of my soul, I am just like the tulip flower. I am not attracted to exaggeration, nor do I seek out the noise. Rather, I adore closing in on my own quiet secret and the kindness that I conceal with such care, wishing that life was managed with gentleness and serenity. But this loud realitywith great regret understands neither the language of kindness nor has any mercy for tranquility, seeing it instead as a permissible space for transgression.

Therefore, I stand before myself today with full courage and admission: I have been forced to put an end to my visible gentleness and to don a loud voice as a protective shield. I have not borrowed the shouting out of a desire for the noise, but rather, I have imposed my firmness as a legitimate struggle to protect my rights and to survive.

I am, in my essence, a being that will always remain that quiet tulip... but upon my tongue, a weapon for life protecting the tenderness of this secret.

A Question for the Heart:

Have you ever been forced to show a side of hardness or a sharp tone that does not resemble your true spirits just to protect yourselves in this world? And how do you maintain your inner softness after every battle 🌷🌿?

Tulip🌷