Life: Through the Eyes of a Taciturn

Life: Through the Eyes of a Taciturn

In the vibrant view of life, where colours clash in a radiant dichotomy, the taciturn soul often expresses in metaphor, cherishing the apricity of noiseless moments beneath the sun's tender embrace.


Life is a medley of paradoxes and irony, where myriad colours, emotions, and experiences build a vibrant journey together. Amid this astounding chemistry, there exists the taciturn soul—an introspective spectator of life’s subtle harmonies, often favouring the quiet resonance of metaphor to the appeal of a verbose world.

This inclination toward metaphor—a language rooted in symbolism and abstraction—consents the reticent soul to express the inexpressible. In a world that is round-the-clock dominated by noise and speed, allegory becomes a preserve, a space where thoughts open and there is a chance for deeper truths to be explored.


Apricity in these harsh winds of life

One such expression is "apricity," the warmth of the sun on a cold day.

It captures the essence of quiet joy—those fleeting moments of solace when life pauses, and the soul absorbs the gentle squeeze of warmth and light. The peaceful and quiet soul which is often viewed as aloof by the outsiders, treasures moments like these, savouring their simplicity and depth and encapsulating nature’s wealth in themselves.

Apricity also serves as a cue of life’s dichotomies: warmth amid cold, light amidst shadow.

These distinctions mirror the inner world of the reflective mind, where conflicting emotions coexist in harmony and create meaning. For an introvert, the experience of apricity is a metaphorical dialogue with the cosmos, an acknowledgement of serene exquisiteness in balance and contrast.

It is a rare mosaic of the universe and a human which is only possible if both align with each other. While the universe expresses itself through nature in beautiful imagery, It is only possible for someone to listen with a calm mind and willingness to understand it with patience.


The Power of Silence and Observation

In a culture that often associates value with volume, the reserved person resists the burden of performing or proclaiming out of pressure. Instead, their forte lies in observation and reflection after retrospection. Silence becomes their ally, weaponizing them to notice the delicacies others might overlook in a hurry—the way colours in our surroundings clash and blend, the chemistry of light and shadow, and the chronicles hidden in the ordinary.

Through this lens, life is not just survived but deeply felt and understood. Moments of tranquillity become. Occasions to process emotions, find clarity in times of adversity and reconnect with the self. The observant soul thrives in this space, taming an inner prosperity that transcends external validation.


Embracing the Dichotomy

The radiant dichotomy of life—the relationship of joy and sorrow, chaos and calm—is not something to be fixed but embraced. The silent one finds sense in these divergences, lacing them into their thoughts of existence. By talking in metaphor, they summon others to explore the depth and complexity of life, offering a perspective that surpasses the superficial.

In the vibrant view of life, the taciturn soul is a quiet but reflective existence, reminding us of the power of silence and introspection. They teach us to appreciate the apricity of life’s kind moments, to find beauty in contrast, and to accept the dichotomies that make us human.

So next time you enjoy the sun’s warmth on a chilly day, pause and reflect. You might find yourself talking the taciturn soul’s language, savouring the radiant simplicity of existence.



- PRASHITA JAIN


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