There are things that cannot, indeed must never, be said. It is one of the cardinal rules that bind us to our social compact. Anyone with an ounce of sense in their head knows this. It’s one of those open secrets that so frustrate the philosophers of mind – the crusty men in tweed jackets who labour so hard to deduce in ever decreasing circles of logic what the rest of us simply know. That your mind is not so very different to mine. Give or take the odd eccentricity. That we can, and do, know each other’s minds.
Like any inviolable rule, it must first be broken in order for its nature to be revealed. And this is what our teenage years are for, of course. That intemperate period of our lives in which the visceral passions spew forth and darkness traces its first outline under our eyes. A time when we are all Heathcliffs, when we are crotchety and brooding and questioning of the established order of things.
Just because they are words never spoken doesn’t mean that they are feelings never felt. Nobody has it easy, everybody has problems.But than the time plays a very essential key ingredient in the situation. The emotions hidden behind that sturdy face, does n’t always mean hypocrisy. It s the untold universal law that binds the person with the moral reasoning that has to be conserved.
I know the para ‘s i wrote hear doesn’t make quite a sense , but than that s the irony they are the unsayable words , and the keyword is to figure out yourself with your own experience , a hint : check out your own personal diary , and see what are the words that you never said , but screamed at the top of your voice inside …..
Thought Of the day :
Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.