BLACK COAT ANSWER

vael:

Anyone with a decent brain should attempt to answer this question and post it to their tumblrs.

Is silence more like: a fever, a voice never heard, or a question with no receiver?

I’ll post my response on Monday. Wouldn’t want to persuade any of you to my side.

Also “it’s technically all of them!” does not count even if it’s the rightest. You are responding not to be the rightest, but to make your choice the rightest among the three.

I’d like to see everyone attempt this.

        Back in the day, I used to write stuff like this (only two options though) for my personal message on MSN. I’d make up a new one every day. I stopped when I couldn’t think of anything else to use lol. But I think I kept it up for a few weeks.

        I don’t want this to be a huge essay or anything, but I think between those choices… Silence is more like a voice never heard. For a long time, namely since I got to know Britt, this has been a focal point in my life, the idea that there are millions of stories playing out around us and few, if any, are ever heard. I find myself wanting to be the person to hear those stories. So that, at least the once, they’ll be able to feel like they have a voice.

        There are two songs that have stuck out for me in name because of that, namely Voice of the Voiceless by Heaven Shall Burn and Rage Against the Machine (not even a cover, they’re completely unrelated songs) - that phrase, regardless of the individual song lyrics, is very appealing to me. A voice never heard, a person with no voice - relatively similar. I want to be their voice, then. Actually, that’s not quite right - I’m not really taking their problems to anyone else. I want to give them a voice, then. By stopping to listen, willingly giving my time when other people might not, it’s breaking that silence. Would things be different if their silences had to continue, left to fester and deepen? Would it broaden the gap between them and the opportunity to connect to people and find that voice?

        I want to be there for those people. I want to make that difference in their lives. Of course, it’s not like I can just walk up to sad-looking people and introduce myself. But I do what I can, you know?

        I don’t even know. Could be I’m making mountains out of molehills. All the mountains look like molehills in retrospect, though.