I increasingly notice how much we talk and how little we hear. Conversations sound in the background - fast, superficial, loud. But things are not hidden in words. But in the pauses between them.

I once realized: it is easier for me to understand a person when he is silent. Because silence is honest. In it, people do not hide behind phrases, do not express feelings in convenient formulations. When someone just sits next to you, but does not speak - that is when the real thing appears.

You notice how he looks. Where to take his gaze when he has thought about something, but is not ready to say it. The way he holds his hands, how his breathing suddenly changes. And you read it like an open book - but not with your eyes, but with something inside.

I scheduled this for one walk in the spring park. We walked side by side. It concerns something neutral - music, books, favorite streets. But between the phrases there was silence, in which something else lived. As if he was trying to hide the remnants. Or pain. Or loneliness.

I didn’t say anything. I just slowed down. And at some point he himself said: “You probably also know how to feel without words?”
It was the most honest moment of the whole day.

Why are we so afraid of silence? Why do we think that if we don’t speak, it means we lose interest? But it is precisely in silence that depth is found. Where you do not play a role, do not demonstrate, but simply exist.

I like to observe. Not to interfere. To be nearby and simply prefer a person to be themselves. And then it opens up, as if it blossoms from the fact that no one is rushing it.

Can you feel when a person smiles only with their lips? Do you notice when they laugh, but nothing twitches in their eyes? And when you become too cheerful, suddenly for show?

For me, it’s like a separate language. I can’t always explain it, but I always object. It’s not telepathy. It’s attention. Presence. Tenderness that you express not with gestures, is an obvious fact that you are near and truly here.

I think this is a form of love. Not like in letters or songs. And the toy discovered in the skill should be attentive to other people’s locks. Notice when a person has dropped their shoulders. Hear in intonations what they are not ready to voice. Hold their gaze a little longer - just so that they understand: you are near.

Sometimes that’s enough. No need for words. No need for worries. Silence is enough for a person to feel: “I am being promoted. I was not missed. I am being read.” This is a rare feeling.

I would like the world to be a little quieter. So that people are not afraid not to speak. So that they can listen more deeply, more attentively. So that emotions are not interrupted by words. But simply something.

After all, this is how truly important connections are born. Not from chatter, not from jokes, not from exchanging facts. But from the ability to feel a person before he starts talking. Or even instead of it.

Sometimes, by reading the emotions of another, you understand your own better. And this is not magic. This choice must be careful.