Suffocating Silence

Many think that night is too quiet. Too desolate for your own good. It grabs you by the throat and squeezes until you either go bonkers or yell your lungs out so as to not surrender to the suffocating silence of the realm of darkness.

But me personally, I rather enjoy the silence of the night. Even if from time to time it does become a bit suffocating. It gives me the ability to reassess my perspective. To dig deep into the darkest parts of my mind and face the demons lying in wait down there in the cthulhuesque darkness.

These thoughts are almost never pretty. But none the less they are there and it is necessary to engage with them. If for no better reason, then for the sake of sanity of your own mind. Even if you are afraid to admit it; you are well aware that even the brightest of minds holds darkness down below.

It’s that darkness that drives the mind towards the light. Or more precisely, it’s the inner struggle between the two that motivates many of us not to jump of the deep end and dive head first into the abyss. We want the light to win, but not all of us succeed in that battle.

When darkness does take over, the night is the best time for it to happen. Solitude is far better travel companion than overcrowded streets of the city during daytime. Darkness gives us room to re-engage with the inner demons and hopefully get them back into the bottom of the pit.

If however we should not succeed, we must be prepared for the consequences. Whatever they may be or whomever they engulf. An inner battle lost is another stretch of darkness taking over.