There are moments when silence becomes the true language of life. In those pauses we begin to recognize how much of what surrounds us is loud, fleeting, and without depth. To turn inward is not an escape but a return- toward a space where we can without masks. And it is often in such stillness that a faint light appears, or a quiet music, reminding us that meaning is not found in the noise of the world, but in the resonance of our own being.
