I was thinking about how I spend a lot of time alone. Ever since I can remember, I have never minded being alone. Not all the time, of course, but I enjoy the silence. Sometimes, when I’m working, I listen to smooth jazz or my instrumental playlist; however, I also work in silence, as I’m doing now.

In the silence, we can have peace. That’s where we can listen to our thoughts and figure stuff out.

If we’re always sending input into our brains, when does it get to rest? For me, it’s not during sleep. I see movies play out in my dreams every night. My brain continues to function while I sleep.

When we quiet the noise, something happens. We get in touch with ourselves.

We feel the feelings, whatever they may be. We experience what it means to be alive. Try it. Turn off the radio while driving and just be in the silence. Be in the moment. Connect with your thoughts.

Being alone in a quiet place allows us to center ourselves, get balanced, and reflect.

I wonder how many of us don’t do that, given that some folks seem to be okay acting the way they do. Perhaps they never want to hear their thoughts. How else can you explain mean, rude, and arrogant people?

It’s sad, really, because I believe that mean people are hurt people. Is it as simple as ‘misery loves company’? I am not sure.

When we live in silence, we grow, evolve, and thrive. It’s not a coincidence that when we’re alone, we can have peaceful thoughts.

Peace starts within us.

The way to peace, at least in my experience, is to think better thoughts. There is no other way around it. We cannot will peace to invade our lives, and we cannot pretend to feel peaceful just because we say we do. Peace is found in the silence.

I used to fill my days with so much. I’d cram in things to do in an hour that another person might take a few hours. I was constantly on the go all the time. If my body wasn’t going, my mind was. I worked as an administrative assistant to numerous professors at a university, handled a writing contest, and assisted with the launch of a new master’s program. I was doing three jobs, getting paid for one.  While I was there, always busy, I wore a smile on my face. Classical music played softly in the background. I had everything under control. When I left and got into my car, I drove in silence, listening to my thoughts. I couldn’t stand working there and knew I had to honor myself better. It went against everything I was, and the pay did not warrant the suffering I endured.

In the silence, I realized I was worth more and left that job.

In the silence, we can figure things out better.

I was living with so much noise that even in the pockets of silence, I still felt like I had lost control of my life. But I never gave up on the silence. As I continued to work through the layers of life that weighed me down, I found peace in the silence.

Now, in the silence, I connect with who I am. I am centered and calm. It took me a long time to get here, but this is what I had to do to heal. It’s what we all have to do to heal – live in the silence and be okay with that.

When we change our thinking, we change our lives. Silence is where we control our thoughts. It’s where we have the power to overwrite the past with new positive beliefs.

Thank you for reading this. I hope I’ve offered something worth thinking about.

To the silence,

Francesca

Written by a human for humans.

© 2025 Francesca M.E.

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