His grandmother had told him when he was young that “when you don’t know what to say, it is better to say nothing at all”. The same is true when you having nothing to say. You shouldn’t speak for the sake of saying something. That’s just noise.
So he grew up being laconic with his speech. He wanted every word he uttered to count. The people around him often thought he was too introvert; didn’t open up too much. Others saw his silence as apathy or ignorance.
But often it is in the silence that most is said.
He knew the value of placing quality over quantity. And much of that was valid for speech too. He disliked people who would talk for hours about nothing simply to maintain attention drawn onto them. Instead he relished the moments when he would retreat from the world and gaze at it passing by without having to say a word.
It is in those moments that you find yourself. That you realise what you need, what you want, and sometimes what makes you tired or happy.
It is those moments that make you grateful for all you have and for simply being alive.
And it is right after that moment when you don’t know what to say, that your mind is flushed with all the things you wish you had said…
Also part of Daily Prompt: Sound