The Graveyard of Unspoken Words

​I have stopped accumulating silence.

Before, I was an expert at keeping quiet, at swallowing the knots in my throat, at "letting it go." But I have discovered that life is insultingly short to go around carrying everything we don't say.

​Now I say what I feel. Without filters. And not because I am immune to pain, but because I have understood that being sensitive is not being weak; it is the only dignified way to be human.

​We live in a society of emotional cowards.

We have become statues looking at life through a screen. We measure our "likes" with a scalpel, in panic that someone might think badly of us. We stand motionless, criticizing from the sidelines what we do not understand.

​And what bothers us the most, what really tears us apart inside, is seeing someone happy.

It pisses us off to see someone authentic, free, doing whatever they want without asking for permission. Why does their light hurt us so much? Because it illuminates our own cowardice. It bothers us because they have the courage we lack to break the cage.

​We prefer to be sacks of insecurities rather than admit that we admire that freedom. And in that process of denying who we are, we leave corpses along the way.

​We destroy real loves and friendships by not uttering two simple phrases: "I'm sorry." "I love you." "You hurt me."

We believe that by staying silent, those emotions go into the trash. That’s a lie. They stay inside. They rot. They turn into stains that sour our character and distance us from those who really matter to us.

​We let wonderful people escape, people we love (whether we like it or not), just to maintain that pose of coldness, just not to let our guard down.

​I got off that train years ago.

I did it without fear. And you have no idea how good it feels.

Today, when I say what I feel, I don't care if there is an answer or not. Relief doesn't depend on what you receive, but on what you let go. It feels good because I am no longer afraid. And that absence of fear is the only thing that allows my soul to be, finally, at peace.

​And you, reading me from your silence, I ask you two questions. The first is for your ego, the second is for your heart:

​1. Do you dare to analyze why other people's lives bother you so much, if they really don't influence yours?

​2. Who are you losing today just because you don't have the courage to say what you feel?