A silent day
The sound of silence: golden, fleeting and foreign in the life of a mom.
Entombed by silence unwanted, all alone in this world and dreaded in the life of an elderly widow.
The same silence heard and experienced in two different extremes. It can bring one peace and serenity yet drive the other to bitterness and madness. It all depends upon the lot you draw in this life which will completely dictate your perspective or does it?
Maybe just possibly our reaction to our lot in life dictates and determines how we perceive all this world has to offer or pushes upon us.
It’s all in how we react.
How do you perceive your silence?
