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                                         SWU STUDENT CONTRIBUTION: WYNONA ABULAIS


             AN  ENEMY OR FRIEND?



          Think of the word “silence.” When we read or hear the   here  for  silence  too?”  she
          word,  one  thing  always  comes  to  mind:  no  sound.  We   smiled. I looked at her and it
          think of signs that say “Quiet please” and “No talking!”   seems  I’ve  learned  a  lesson
          They  are  generally  the  minions  of  silence.  But  to  an   from her. Why was I here in
          artist, silence is like a painting with a thousand stories to   the first place? I wasn’t lost
          tell.  For  a musician,  it’s  the  part  of the  symphony that   or  depressed  either.  But  I
          leaves every listener wondering what comes next. For an   found it comforting here.  In
          average person, it is a moment where peace and quiet   the middle of nowhere. “To
          collide.  Let  me  take  you  to  the  world  of  true  silence.   welcome  silence  in  my  life
          Imagine  walking  in  a  cemetery.  All  you  can  hear  is  the   for the first time.” I said.
          wind blowing. Leaves crush under your every step. You
          are away from all the things that drive you insane. You   Silence.  I  find  it  beautiful.
          feel peaceful. All that surrounds you is pure silence. You   Before,  I  just  used  it  as  a
          need to get away from everything and all it takes is just a   threat  like  they  always  say,
          moment of quietness. You don’t mourn for the loss of a   silence  kills.  It’s  not  really
          loved one. You welcome it with an open arm. You feel it   that  bad.  I  closed  my  eyes
          embracing you back and when you come back to reality,   and felt and smelled the air
          you leave it once again with a smile on your lips because   of this forest. A moment of
          you’ve had your fill.                                  silence passed us by. I once
                                                                 again smiled. It’s beautiful.
          Once  I  saw  a  woman  in  her  60’s  strolling  in  a  forest.  I
          caught  her  attention  when  I  smiled  at  her.  “Hello”  she   Silence isn’t really an enemy
          said. “Hi, what are you doing here ma’am?” I asked. We   or  a  friend.  It  gives  you
          both sat on a bench in a corner filled with trees, a view of   space  and  it  gives  you  the
          leaves  and  mountains  around  us.  “I  came  here  for   creeps.  It’s  neutral  and
          silence.”  she  smiled.  I  sort  of  found  it  funny.  An  old   enchanting  but  too  much
          woman just here for silence. She could have just locked   could  drive  you  insane.  I
          herself  in  a  room  and  talked  to  no  one;  that’s  what  I   hope  after  reading  this,
          would do in my case. But the tone of her voice leaves me   you’ll  never  look  at  silence
          wondering.  For  silence...  Is  it  because  she  found  this   the   same   way   again.
          place  comforting?  Or  was  it  a  memory  of  someone  or   Welcome it and feel it every
          something that made her come here?                     once in a while.

          “I love the way those trees let go of their leaves one by
          one as the fall starts. The way the sun changes the colors
          of this forest. And most of all, the sound of peace. I came
          here for that. I’ve lived my whole life full of noises and
          problems.  Life  is  like  that  and  whenever  I’ve  had  too
          much,  I  come  here  because  silence  can  keep  us  going
          when at times we can’t handle it anymore. I don’t wanna
          die because of stress. If I were to die, I’d die in silence
          and a smile on my wrinkly face. How about you? Are you
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