One day, I turned off my music. I turned off the TV, the radio, the computer, the thoughts racing through my head. Then, I listened. I mean, I really listened. I sat and felt the silence that surrounded me, moving in and out, creeping up on me like a distant storm. It was amazing.

I sometimes try to recreate that moment, but it is very difficult. Turning off the thoughts in my head is the hardest thing of all. I wonder, why are we all so afraid of silence? Is it the emptiness, the void that is just aching to be filled? Is it the oppressiveness of our thoughts running rampant through our heads? Is it the fear of being alone?

I don't know, I really don't. But whatever it is, it needs to be gotten over. For me, real silence is the purest form of spirituality, like falling through air.

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