“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
It seems we’re testing this theory out on a regular basis. We push people away, to see if (and possibly in the hope that) they’ll try to pull us back. Alternatively, the more we try to pull someone closer, the more they are distanced from us. We give, in expectation to receive a return of equal magnitude; be it time, care, attention or even hostility.
Even conflict is but a temporary imbalance, before reaching an uneasy equilibrium. From there on, a resolution is built. Anger may lead you to yell at someone, or to speak your mind, expecting them to retaliate. But sometimes, their silence can strike back with equal force, if not more. Confronted with silence, all of one’s “shoulda”, “woulda” and “coulda”s are immediately dwindled and become reduced to mere “didn’t”s. The silence is but a man-made wall, halting any chance of progression. The finger of blame, once pointing threateningly from both sides, hangs limp, more uncertain than indifferent.
Amidst damaged relations and a hesitation to attempt repair, I feel caught in the eye of the storm. The soundless disquiet rushes into my ears eerily; my mind is manifested with its din.