Slowing down can be really loud

We are such complicated people

Never sure about what we really want

When we are busy, we complain about being too busy

When life slows down in response to our request for a reprieve

We worry that we aren’t needed or wanted

We start to feel insecure

Wondering what we are meant to do next

Instead of taking the time to listen

Listen and appreciate the time our brain is giving us

To hear what it has been trying to tell us all along

Giving us the gift of time to be

To just be

Without hustling and bustling

Without rushing about blindly

When we are given the gift of time by the Universe

It is because we are deserving of it

Because we are in need of it

To get in touch with who we are

What we want out of life

And to get us back in touch with our essence selves

Sometimes it is hard for us to see ourselves face to face

To listen to ourselves

To hear that voice

Because sometimes it is telling us what we don’t want to hear

What we fear

What we don’t want to face

That maybe we are running around like a chicken with its head cut off

Because it is easier than having to face our demons

Than having to accept we need to make some changes in our lives

That some people in our lives are not there for the right reasons

That people can’t change as it is their nature

Regardless of new buzz words like behaviour

Behaviour is a direct result of our natures

We are who we are

As they are who they are

And no matter what we do

There is nothing we can do to change them

Only whether we want them in our lives or not

Some people are just dishonest and conniving

Because they are very insecure

And we know it 

But there is something about us that is being reflected back from them

And more importantly the path we may be on is not the path for us

And the Universe is answering us

By slowing us down

Giving us a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of life

And asking us to surrender

To listen

To hear

To see

To feel

Who we are

And who we are not

The question becomes

Are we brave enough

Willing enough

To see

To feel

To hear

To listen

To surrender?

Or will the noise of our silence

And quietude

Be too loud for us to bear?