Where Silence Becomes Truth
- queeniva89
- 7 days ago
- 1 min read
There are seasons when the noise of the world grows too loud to carry, and winter has a way of revealing just how heavy that noise has become.This is the week where silence feels like truth—pure, uncluttered, unmasked.
Most people cling to the familiar performance of joy, repeating rituals long after they’ve lost meaning. But the soul reaches a point where it can no longer participate in what is false. It pulls back. It softens. It chooses clarity instead of comfort.
Walking alone is not loneliness. It is alignment. It is a return to the self you buried beneath expectation.
The cold eye does not judge—it simply sees.And in seeing clearly, it frees you.
This winter, allow yourself the gift of honest sight.Of stepping back from what drains you.Of choosing solitude when it brings you home.There is a quiet power in witnessing life without performing it.
The world will continue pretending.But you don’t have to.
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