for silence and more

I think I live in a world where silence, humility and politeness (all being very different from each other but no lesser to another in import) are appreciated and respected. But at times, i wonder how long can one sustain them when confronted with bitterness and a fabric of thought that does not recognize, and largely dismisses the spirit in which these traits are harbored.

Midway, i wonder if to inflate one's ego to the extent that these others and their words start to seem too small (there, down there) would help. But then somewhere, something inside me speaks up to tell me that distancing, at core, is just another form of escapism. May be, then, what one needs to do is lend a period to being polite, and if confrontation is what people want, may be you should let them have it. But then, all it may leave one with would not probably be as much a sense of triumph as it would be of bitterness.

And then, it gives me some solace to know that what you can do is forgive people for their ignorance, to whatsoever extent they interpret your silence as weakness, to whatsoever degree they call their vocal vehemence a signature of liberalism and what they advocate as the better mantra for life; for what they otherwise ask for, is not good, is not bad; in this beautiful world, it's plain ugly.

For the braves of the world are not who have a laugh manly in the times of comfort; its those who have smiles on their faces in the times most difficult; for it's not those who can feign strength by measures appreciated by this illusioned world; it's those who derive strength from their spirit within; for it's not those who are strong with arms and hence can fight; its those who aren't, and still brave the arena.

For a man who pushes himself to achieve what he had always been told was a impossibility, has so much trust in himself that he offers no explanation for what he has made of himself. And no matter how much may the world mock at him, he smiles within, content and confident, and offers only his silence because he knows, for him, it equals his spoken word. And it's not complacent self deception nor is it a dash of confidence overboard, but a recognition deep within himself that the unknowing world very efficiently fails to afford.

If only this world at the shore had not evolved into a place which recognizes the strength of an ocean ever so calm only when it rages, i wonder if it would have been a better place to live.