The Silent

" There are nights when the wolves are silent

and only the moon howls "
- George Carlin -

Jakarta is a very busy city.
As a capital of Indonesia, it is one of those places that never sleep.
I was born and raised in Jakarta.
Growing in this kind of situation making the noise is your best-friend.
From the sunrise to sunset to sunrise again.
It was never can be a moment of silent.

And now, I am in Bali.
A very different environment from where i used to live.
Bali for some people is like heaven on earth.
So peaceful and tranquil.
Especially at night, in this area i stay, near Sanur, Sesetan, it is a very deserted.
It is so quite, with barely any noise out there.

For some people silent moment is a precious thing.
Some found peace in the silent.
Some again found brilliant ideas in the silent.
But for me, i am not a fan of full high level silent since i am not used to it.
For me, silent seems so lonesome.
It makes me feel terribly lonely.
And lonely lead to sad.

Silent is good, even people said from time to time that silent is a gold.
But i can not imagine myself surround by the total silent.
It is what deaf people dealing everyday.
If you share the silent with someone else next to you.
I can see the magic in it, it seems very sweet indeed.
But when you are by yourself, alone, i can not bare the silent.
It feels like it slowly kills me from inside.
So, instead being drown by the silent, i make noise.
Turn on the TV, listen to the music, or do anything with sound surround me.
Or rather, i go to sleep.
If the night is getting very late.
And the silent is very good for sleeping.

So good night everybody out there.
Lets all have a sleep well, and a sweet sweet dreams.
And let us all be silent by the sleep.
Enjoy the silent, enjoy the night.