Have you ever felt as though, in the depths of a silence which speaks more words than it should, you could howl for years, expelling all those built up emotions which have never been aired before; becoming lost in a past which you have purposely come to forget, so as to advance in your life – to progress from regression; to take ample leaps into the future, rather than drifting further into the dank, desolate void that is the past.
I think one could spend all their lives in the past, dwelling on those ‘remember when’ and ‘what would have happened if’ moments until they were so warped with regret and unhappiness as to what they had become that they sink into an apathetic life filled to the brim with remorse and anguish. But how do we extinguish this? How do we stay in the present, rather than vacillating from one timescale to another?
Sometimes I feel like a flightless bird; a snail without a shell. But then, what if this bird is an ostrich – one which is bound to the globe, hasn’t even had a single taste of floating in the atmosphere for longer than a microsecond? Should you be content with the life you have been given? Has it been written? Or should you take a stand; run away from anything you are afraid or disconsolate with?
And how does one go about getting their voice back?