The Weight of Silence

We live in a world we can leave at any time— with a whisper, a twist in the road, a silent call from the unseen. And yet, we measure every word as if it were currency in a marketplace that won’t exist tomorrow. Why do we cower from truth? Why do we let it sit in our throats, unsaid— like guests uninvited to the dinner table of ambition? Is it fear? Fear that a moment of honesty might strip us of applause, or close a door we never truly wanted to walk through? We swallow our souls to secure positions in futures that may never come. And call it wisdom. Call it strategy. Call it networking. But it’s fear— dressed in expensive language. How strange: To fear the loss of imagined power more than the erosion of our real selves. We act like this world is permanent. As if each breath is under our control. As if we are the masters of time— not its brief passengers. Tell me, what does it profit a person to gain the whole world but silence their truth into extinction? Speak, even if your voice sha...