BLOG POST 1-The People We Are

 

                                 The People We Are

  A reflection on the different ways we exist in this world            

People are interesting, aren't they? You meet someone who never stops talking, and you meet someone else who barely says two words. Both are in the same room, breathing the same air, but living entirely different realities.

I started noticing these patterns everywhere—at work, in my circle, even in myself.

Some people are tight-lipped in this big world. Are those the ones with great pain in their hearts? Or is it the opposite?

                                                            

I have observed that nowadays, people who are confident in their skin are often quiet.  They are at peace with who they are, what they do, and with the environment around them.

On the other hand, there are people who are chatty-always babbling. They show that they are happy and quirky, but I don’t think that is always true. A friend of mine could light up any gathering. Funny, warm, always the one people gravitated toward. Yet every time I checked on her privately, really checked, there was a pause before her answer that said more than her words ever did. The noise, I think, was never really for us. It was for herself. Sometimes they are in deep pain. They cover them up with grand gestures and a flood of words.

 Then there are some people who are a mix of the two personalities stated above. They are reticent. They may be private in some situations and may not speak at length, especially about their own affairs. Yet they can be talkative in other moments- particularly when they are comfortable with the people around them.

I think I am the third type. I am neither overly chatty nor entirely taciturn. I exist somewhere in the middle of these extremes. There are days when I can talk for hours—sharing stories, laughing, diving deep into conversations with people I trust. But there are also moments when I retreat into myself, when I'd rather listen than speak, when my thoughts feel too heavy or too precious to put into words just yet.

I've learned that this doesn't make me inconsistent. It makes me human. Some days I need to process quietly. Other days, I need connection. And that's okay.

I used to think I had to pick a side—be the life of the party or the mysterious quiet one. But I've realized that the beauty is in the balance, in being comfortable with both.

So, tell me, what kind of a person are you?

Maybe you're like me—shifting between silence and speech depending on the day, the company, or the weight on your heart. Or maybe you've found your place firmly in one camp. Either way, I think the real question isn't what type of person you are, but whether you're at peace with it.

Because at the end of the day, we're all just trying to be understood—whether through our words or our silence.

What's your story? I'd love to hear it in the comments.