Well today I am working at the book store. Things are quiet and still. It is nice to have a little change around here from the rush at the beginning of school. But the silences is deafening. I can feel myself getting anxious to find something to do or read or or music to play. Anything to keep out the silence. Why do we fear the silence? Why can't we be still? Do we base our own value and the value of others so much on what they produce or what they are doing that we feel like we are losing our self-worth if we aren't constantly doing something "productive"? Our language says that we don't think silence and stillness are of any value; they aren't "productive." I am tired of viewing myself based on what I produce. Instead, I want to value myself and others simply for being who they are. I wish I took more time to just 'be'.

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