THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO SILENCE..

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The world is surrounded by speculations and assumptions and illusions and symphonies of their own thoughts. It is like a whole different distant world, real for them and unrealistic for me, or, unreal for them and realistic for me. I shall call myself indifferent and them as indifferent too (No bias). 

Now, when it concerns silence the reasons can be many-ignorance and hurt amongst.

Ignoring silence if presumed from a positive aspect has a lot deeper to learn and if dictated by negative approach, it is merely the person being ignorantly silent who is running away from problems, his responsibilities, his flaws, his undeclared mistakes, his fake public image and his lesser self. To my analysis, intentional ignorance being silent is the worst form of abuse you can treat someone with. Why not just open a channel of words and clear through rather than running away or making yourself bigger than what you actually are!?!?..

Now, the hurt silence is something you cant be blamed for. Being loud and hopeful enough, you suddenly go reserved-silent having experienced what isnt ethically correct, truly disappointing and highly unexpected. The backdrop here is that the person or situation that hurt you isnt bothered at all or apologetic on acceptance of the harm that he has caused. Why just play the silent treatment!?!? Why cant we just receptively communicate mutually and not play behind-the-back "blame game"!?!?..

On plus, there are situations where the same person plays silence on both sides, of being ignorantly wrong and being hurt. Why make yourself look so irritatingly dumb and pathetically funny!?!?..

Ironically, there is nothing left to the weak man who manipulates through silence.
 Ironically, there is really nothing left to silence. 

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