Silence

Dana felt that something is missing in her life. She was living her life, waking up in the morning, going to work and going back to sleep at night, but she wasn't really living. Life was missing from her life.

A friend had sent her an e-mail a while ago with some information on vipaśyanā workshops in India. At first she wanted to delete it immediately, but for some reason she kept it in her inbox and she was reading through it again and again. Looking it up on Wikipedia. Checking up the prices of flights and accommodations and listing all the vaccinations which are required for a trip to India.

About a month later Dana found herself sitting on the ground in the heat of South Eastern Asia pressing down on her bare face. She was sitting in a meditating position and silently thinking to herself. It has been a week since she has last spoken to another person. Speaking weren't allowed, you could only speak to your heart and soul and reconnect with your inner will, but not have any oral connection with the people there.

She was in a deeply concentrated state, or maybe just dehydrated... Finally she saw clear visions of that evening. The evening her soul was stolen from her. The evening when she had sold her soul to the devil. This was the beginning of the end. She wanted to erase these memories completely but instead the workshop has brought back her darkest secret and most suppressed memory. She was shouting: "the silence does not bring meaning to my life. It brings me only misery" and then she felt the gentle touch on her shoulder. The priest brought her a glass of water and kindly motioned the way to the door. She was not talking to herself anymore. She has broken the silence.




--Time's up--