“Whatever is destined not to happen will not happen, try as you may. Whatever is destined to happen will happen, do what you may to prevent it. This is certain. The best course, therefore, is to remain silent.” ― Ramana Maharshi
I don’t covet silence but, increasingly, I find I’ve less to say. Partly, it’s repetition, but, mostly, it’s a case of not wanting to live out a story of ‘me’.
What’s your story?
We all have one but when it comes to defining true self, life feels hollow or at least incomplete.
Will silence fix this?
But it might bring about a fresh perspective, particularly when you’re not identified with your inner voice. After all, this is no more than a manifestation of the dualistic self that forever seeks the tension that arises by not accepting everything that is.