Amidst the noise and haste, there must be seasons of silence. Because silence is when the fact of unseen realities becomes apparent to the contemplative listener. The serenity of silence speaks slowly but surely into the fragile soul of the saint in solitude.

When one has become too acquainted with bustling noise and corporate gatherings resounding with loud embelishments, silence seems like an awkward virtue. It seems to have crept in like an unexpected visitor. And when silence sits in the same space as we do, it feels uneasy. Perhaps because silence reveals the unsettledness of our souls in its raw form and confronts us with the painful state of what we might have become.

We must no longer instrumentalise hollow conversations as a facade from our fear of silence. One must grow into an embrace of silence. Because silence is much needed in today's world for the nourishment of one's being. Those who try to escape the caressing serenity of silence end up drowning the vitality of the soul in the sea of vain noises. And even when they do speak, the folly of shallowness is telling in their words.

One thing is for sure: If we escape silence today, we will ultimately still be confronted by it. For when the frail body expires and is ready to return to the ground from whence it came, the season of silence befalls.