Talkin' less, listening more.

Workin’ on talkin’ less. 

No talking = better, more effective listening. 

This is a great opportunity to keep my fucking mouth shut. I don’t need to talk; there is no one to talk to. 

Working on a record for how long I can go without talking. 

I am like the well-disciplined elephant, silently taking abuse in peace. 

Many people lack self restraint. But it’s not my place to put them in their place if I can help it. I simply notice, and note that any abusive treatment I receive at the ends of their tongues will surely return upon their own heads. Unjustified abuse, if I can tolerate it, will just be tolerated until maybe, one of these times, I just pop. 

I might let it out gradually. It would probably be healthier that way.

However, as I once said in a poem: all of this unjustified infliction of pain—my consolation is in knowing that they, too, will, one day, hurt like I do. I could see if I deserved it, but half of this shit comes from out of thin air. My other consolation is knowing that I'll be rewarded for my forbearance. My future shall justify my present. 

People love to accuse me of sinning when I have done exactly nothing wrong. Not to worry; they've got it coming back, and I'll be rewarded for my patience. 

The rewards of silence include a bigger sense of hearing, larger awareness, + greater serenity.