My Opinion

My opinion: 

as my life grows quieter, deepening in appreciation for the qualities found through silence, it seems now that my opinion matters less to me, and that I am not prone to offer it in conversations any longer. What I recognize is that my views on certain matters has little value to others and not even much to me. They're just thoughts given the weight of my convictions, beliefs not yet questioned of their worth, and they don't need to be voiced with every opportunity on social media or in person. 

and even I don't give them much consideration...

and with this my quiet life grows deeper. 

it's an odd topic to write of, as it seems that right now I'm offering an opinion, and in a way I guess I am, but I'm always comfortable writing paradox, and find that there's subtle difference between sharing insights in the quiet boundaries of my blog, and offering my opinion in a forceful, uninvited manner. Or at least so I hope. This isn't to say that opinions don't matter, as they certainly do and they're a valuable means of communication. It's only that we often often lose sight of their self-importance, that they belong to us alone and not everyone will share our own enthusiasm, or appreciate a certain point of view. This is especially prevalent on social media, a topic appears that grabs our interest and we are quick to let others know what's true. We give our opinion and then seemed shocked that it might not be completely shared by others. Arguments begin, and the conversation quickly turns to a debate and squabble. Maybe there's value in this? I'm not sure, but it no longer seems worth the energy of participation. 

of course this is only my opinion.

for whatever it's worth. 

but here's the thing, what most our offering is an insight that has value to that person, it's been course altering to them, perhaps an important spiritual, emotional, or psychological breakthrough. It's been offered in love, maybe misguided, yet still given in the hope that we'll share the importance of their view. And sometimes we do. Not always though, as it seems our own insights have a precedence in value, that our opinion matters more than theirs. 

and more arguments follow. 

my opinion, and honestly not even mine, it has too much weight of information, no longer an insight of personal meaning to be quietly shared, but a forceful explanation of how I believe a certain thing to should be. I see no reason for this to be shared, it's not an energy I wish to offer others, or too hold to even for myself. I sit with it, allowing it's presence, questioning if it's true, and then watch as all I've personally invested in it seems to vanish in my mind. As my life grows quieter now, deepening in appreciate of it's silence, not every thought is weighted with the importance of meaning. 

they're just thoughts. 

wandering through the spacious nature of my mind. 

~

Peace, Eric