Moment of Silence

One moment of silence. That’s all it takes. That one moment, when all the noise around fades away, when the voices in your mind disappear. That one moment, when you are on your knees in front of the lady, with a ring in your hand. That one moment, when you are half way through your jump, just before you bowl that wicket taking ball. One moment of silence, before you walk out of the crowd to stop injustice. Just one moment.
The one moment, when the weightlifter, poised, looks straight into space. That one moment, when Obama breathes out before stepping out on the stage. It can give you a lot, that one moment. Because at that one moment, you are the only one ready. At that exact moment, the boxer in front of you has no idea that you have just had your moment of silence.
It doesn’t come easy, that moment of silence. Have you ever just stared directly at a light, and it suddenly seems to disappear? It’s like that. When your mind is bombarded with all the noise, all the pressure with the force of a thousand meteors, that is when you have your moment of silence. That moment, when reason has no value. When it’s all suddenly clear, when you suddenly know what to do. That is what millions probably wish for. That moment when everything will make sense. That is probably why they meditate, pray, scream, cry. Because they want that moment. They want it so bad, but they can’t have it. That is probably what the greatest saints and villans of the world have mastered. To have that moment of silence at will.
Don’t worry. You will have your moment of silence. When it is needed, your mind will enforce that momentary shut down to recharge the neurons. When you master the art of willfully gaining that silent moment, that, my friend, is when you will seize life. That is when you will realize, that I’M SO BLANKED OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT I WANTED TO WRITE SHIT AND WASTE YOUR TIME.