Drowning in Words, Searching for Silence

Today was one of those days that felt like carrying a backpack filled with bricks. Every step, every word, every thought heavy. I kept hearing that famous line “Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, and small minds discuss people.” Maybe Eleanor Roosevelt said it, maybe someone else I’m too tired to Google it. But the line hit me like a slap.

Because today, all around me, it was gossip, gossip, gossip. Who did what, who said what, who wore what. I wanted to scream, “Please, people, the world has bigger problems than your neighbor’s new haircut!” My ears begged me to shut down like a stubborn laptop refusing updates.

But here’s the twist I’m not claiming to be a “great mind” sitting on a mountain of ideas either. I have tons of half baked thoughts and unfinished projects lying around like socks under my bed. I want to do more, write more, create more. But when everyone is busy dissecting people’s lives, I feel like an alien. Fit or unfit? That’s the question I keep asking myself.

Flashback to my college days I once skipped a group discussion because the whole talk was about who’s dating whom. Instead, I sat in the canteen, scribbling jokes and doodles on tissue paper. And you know what? That felt more alive than pretending to care. Even today, I’d rather argue with myself over a crazy idea than waste hours talking about people’s private business.

So yes, I may be drowning in words. But I’m searching for the one thought that will set me free the thought that my time, my energy, my ears are worth protecting. Until then, I’ll happily remain the misfit with earplugs.

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  1. Dr. S. MasimalarSeptember 18, 2025 at 7:28 PM

    Be with great people....

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  2. profsuganyapmt@gmail.comSeptember 19, 2025 at 5:42 AM

    Be relaxed and this is how people are now- a- days don't care for anything and be right in your path and goal subash👍 god's there to show you the way and already decided u r destination.

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