The Roar of the Silence

It is amazing how little space one truly has all to themselves.  The more privacy we require the less there seems to be of it and yet we allow the world to crowd us into a corner without a whimper.  Privacy is but a word to some and dream to most who simply wish to have a place of quiet refuge.  When our inner refuge is entered by another it is expected that it be warm and inviting to all without regard to its purpose or sanctity.

When do our needs become superfluous to those in orbits near by and/or why should our expectations be subjugated to anothers' wants?  It is way past time for the mouse to sit up, raising its' finger to the hawk in defiance of the inevitable.  And so I raise my finger to the hawks, I refuse to subjugate any longer, hiding in the shadows avoiding reproach for having a voice.  I matter to me!  Objectivism is real, I will not apologize for my privacy, my space of refuge nor anything contained within.  I will not grovel at the feet of those who seek only my space for there own.  This refuge for my own benefit, the silence expressed between each sound is the scream of rebuke for every bludgeon of chance.

Yesterday is done, today will be enough for today and tomorrow may never arrive.  Speak if you will but your lack of the same will not be taken as a lash.