In the Quiet

As I sit here alone in my dining room, I start to realize just what is going on around me. Being an inherently quiet individual, I tend to notice sounds and objects sometimes better than most; such as in a hushed environment, with the sound of a clicked mouse reverberating around the walls, shattering the simple silence that once rent the air. I come to realize that each key that surrenders to the weight of my fingers causes a tension to be released in the heavy, silent atmosphere. Why do I notice this just now? Because, it is at times like these where I find myself wondering why all of my inner dialogue stays inside my head. What I have to say may not always be accepted, but many a person has come out and said something, was not accepted for it, and yet made history. Take Rosa Parks: she spoke up for her color, and was thrown off the bus for it. But what that bus driver failed to realize was that she was about to make history, by standing up to society's order. So, maybe that's just what I need to do. Stand up to the order of how things seem to be prescribed for us nowadays. Muddle it over in your brain, or toss it away, but the idea that we should take a stand for the things we believe in isn't just a one-time question on a test or a simple, trivial answer. It is who we are as a people and what we believe in. And thus, I will do my best to struggle to my feet and speak up, be heard. Will you?