Presence of my absence

Presence of my absence

I kept silence and even much more as I could …I kept silence, because I thought such is recommended. The weeks replaced months, months replaced years one by one , and the time passed so quickly like a sudden burn of leaf. My silence was a sign of “existence” of my absence, but not my absence. Because I existed even in my absence and this existent couldn’t be seen in optical. I found myself happy, because I invented my availability. I was happy as I would stick in the minds even in my absence.
I kept silence, but I never forgot my endless love to live and to create. I always tried to do something new, to create for the people. Whatever I did, I thought it isn’t enough , and so I did much more by keeping my silence. To live your life in the manner of simple is better. I found my availability in this simplicity. I know this presence will free me from perpetual futility. Tomorrow there will not be a distance between my absence and presence in the world, because I will exist even in my absence.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Habil, have read your story three times, silently, aloud and then, closed my eyes and tried to hear your words. You've written something very precious, unique. I think, although not entirely sure even now, that I understand what you mean. Invisibility is infinite IF the searcher knows it exists. But, to someone reading it means next to nothing, tragically.

Perhaps, that you repeatedly said the same ~ conjecture.. surmise, somehow diluted what you were sayings?

[Habil Yashar Yazar]

Emmajoy, Thanks for attention. And I am so glad that you have written my essay. I will make some corrections of it. Thanks a lot!

[emmajoy]

What you've written truly interests and touches me.. but wasn't meaning to re. write it.. more adding my own thoughts about such a deep topic.