maheydaisy

Sometimes, silence says everything we never dared to speak. I noticed it while standing in a queue. It was an ordinary day. An ordinary place. Nothing dramatic. People around me looked normal. A man scrolling through his phone. A woman holding a child’s hand. An old man standing quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. Everyone seemed fine. Until I really looked. The man’s smile disappeared the moment he locked his screen. The woman exhaled slowly when the child wasn’t watching. The old man’s hands trembled — not just from age, but from something deeper. That’s when I realized something important. Everyone is carrying something. Invisible struggles. Unspoken pain. Stories they don’t explain to the world. The person laughing loudly may be exhausted inside. The quiet one may be grieving. The strongest person may be surviving silently. We assume people are okay because they show up every day. Because they keep moving. Because they don’t complain. But strength is often just pain handl...