As we see many young generations trying to discover the actual reality of life, which has been giving them unexpected results and disappointments. They wander in the field of thoughts that have infiltrated their brains in such a way that they don’t want to, but are compelled to think about what’s going on around them, why it’s happening, and what can be done, all on their own.
Though surrounded by noise and motion, they move as if floating in stillness, intentionally pulling away from the crowd, not out of rudeness, but in quiet defense of their fragile inner rhythm.
They guard their space, hoping the world won’t disturb the chaos within.
But inside, it’s far from calm
A storm brews.
Restless thoughts, silent screams, and a flood of questions left unspoken.
They’re not running from answers?
But, chasing the courage to ask.
Wandering through a maze of thoughts, driven by a quiet hunger to uncover truths they can’t yet name, hoping, somehow, in that search, they might finally find themselves.
It’s a quiet intention, shielding oneself from the outside world, unaware that opening up to others might lead to the clarity they’re searching for. Yet, they continue wandering within their mind, hoping to find a way out on their own.
Why are we masking ourselves? Intentionally being strangers to ourselves and to those around us?
Aren’t we, in our very essence, meant to be here for each other?
To lift, to listen, to lean on?
But why?
Why are we overlooking those standing right before our eyes, glowing, in silent pain?
Just a single call, a call to get us out of this swamp, it will be enough to hear us, won’t it?
If yes, then,
Why do we whisper our screams within, when what we long for is,
connection,
comfort,
understanding !!
Might be just one honest word away?
Isn’t it time we let our silence speak louder by breaking it?
Such a state reflects someone caught in the tide of pain, love, or any intense emotion that refuses to sit quietly. Their feelings wrap around them, blurring the edges of reality, making it hard to distinguish what’s real from what’s imagined.
It’s not that they don’t want to understand, it’s that they’re submerged too deep to see clearly.
Picture someone quietly grieving in a pain that he poured himself into giving it all for something. Held on, tried to mend the cracks, but the ends didn’t meet. Maybe what was sought was something that couldn’t be pursued. Still, the weight of it all falls like a silent collapse.
Now, if?
We enter into that space.
Even we get tangled in the confusion.
So many questions arise, yet none feel like the right one to ask.
What does it feel like? Who’s to blame? Is it him? Or is it just… life?
And in that storm, we begin to wonder: What questions haunt him?
What thoughts loop through his mind when no one’s around?
Is he the villain in her story, or simply the silent victim of his own spiraling emotions?
Who won the battle?
Sometimes the real battle isn’t between right and wrong, but between the heart that tried and the silence that followed.
Squandering guy in a crowded street searching for a reason to move on and make his life as it was. A wholly empty sense does make him think to be alone, but letting him do so won’t let him recover from what he is going through. Feels like he wants to get lost, but he needs to be found.
And the task of finding him is upon us, as he can’t do this on his own, helping him to show the real world that, instead of that pain, he has a lot of things to cherish. Because right now, he can’t do it alone. He’s too deep, too lost in the fog of what-ifs and unanswered whys.
Sometimes, it just takes one hand reaching out, one voice reminding him, “You’re not alone.”
Care for Everyone
Even the smallest gesture of care from the outside can plant the seed of healing inside. When someone sees through the silence and says, “Hey, I’m here”, that might be the exact thing he’s been silently screaming for.
Because often, the people we need aren’t in the dreams we replay; they’re right here, helping us break out of the illusion and return to the real world. A world that, slowly but surely, starts to feel like home again.
There might be moments when his thoughts relapse, when the shadows creep back in, but what truly matters is that he doesn’t feel alone in those moments. Just being there, silently or with a smile, can be the lifeline he needs to stay afloat and rediscover the beauty around him.
So, look around. Help the ones who seem okay but silently struggle. Not everyone will ask for help, and not all help requires grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s just your presence, your understanding, your humanity.
Be the one who notices. Be the one who stays. let them be found.