No Response Is A Response

“Wise men once said no response is a response but why won’t you believe that. Do you enjoy the ways grown adults march boldly over your heart like red flesh of raw feelings is the newest type of grass? Are you so blinded by the dark sweet desire that you’d hurt a million times over?”

It’s a beautiful Thursday, beaming sweet July smiles left to right from all the excitement that I have had in the last few days, but somehow I’m searching for the core of the silent anxiety I feel. There’s something. There must be something. Maybe it’s the weather today or just some itch that I have unlocked something, something I’d share with you.

First, hear it again; no response is a response. As with the norm, I always have a story, a longer one that I’ll shorten. Once upon a time in my life, I would have given anything to get back all that I have lost; I would have bitten myself so hard for all the ways I’ll always be imperfect, blaming myself for all the mistakes that aren’t unlikely for humans to make. Hating all the memories from my errors and how I hoped I’d grow faster, but it doesn’t work that way, life is a journey, and it stays that way.

Here’s the thing, love is beautiful. It’s every bit of perfect when you can give it and receive it, but there’s another less beautiful part of it – the part where you’re not receiving it, and what do you do? Well, if you’re naturally normal, you’d fight and push and yearn, doing all the things that wise men disagree with so that you get the other person in the same circle as you are. This exact spot where they could also feel all the good intentions streaming from your heart. So it’s like what more extraordinary magic will I conjure next, so you see that my soul has the purest desire for you – tough love, adamant.

On the other hand, there’s no response, at least not the type that should encourage you to keep pushing. There’s dead silence with confusion staying loudest, but you can’t give up, right? How could you? You love them to death, and in this life, they must realize it, or else they would be no meaning to your existence. Wow! That’s a true lover’s line, but that’s not it. I’m sorry, but that’s not the definition of your existence.

I tell you today, as I told myself too many times, you’ve got to love yourself, so much so that whatever threatens your peace and makes you less unique cannot exist within you. It’s simply not for you. You need to trust what you believe, your faith, your God, trust and acknowledge that you won’t hurt forever. Yea, you might hurt for long, but it’s not forever.

Now, what do you do? Don’t stare too long at the messages that weren’t answered. Realize the honest answer you’re ignoring. Please don’t hold the phone closer to your chest cause their last picture said they were bored, so you’d get a call in 5. Don’t do that. Don’t hurt yourself, and please bring your attachment under control. I wrote once about selfish desires and how rejection is pure pain but what’s closer to dying is holding on to something that’s not holding you back.

If you think you’re running out of time, well, how do you even know the miracle that’s going to happen next Thursday. You don’t. No response is a response, know this and know peace.

Your turn, encourage someone wallowing in pain from love lost. Tell them no response is a response.

No Response is A Response.