Sound Waves and The Self

The interesting thing about people is that they do not exist by themselves.

A man can in fact be an island, but there will always be ships that come by over the course of a lifetime, and those ships will be the ones that define the island, that give it its shape and its place on earth, and its name and its relevance.

We’re always going to be defined by those around us, whether or not we choose to acknowledge it, or whether or not it frightens us.

The words we say don’t mean anything until they’re heard. The love letters we write don’t mean anything until they’re read. The thoughts we have don’t matter until we act on them and they force themselves into the unwilling and strict world.

And this is where we all are now. These quiet little words are all we have. The sound waves of a whisper gently fighting against the dark air trying to make their way from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat, from one side of the dinner table to the other.

The sound waves are more our existence than our blood or our skin or our brains. They are what make us something to each other and each other are what makes us.