Hi, I’m Luma. I used to talk. A lot. I repeated everything, phrases, jokes, even arguments that didn’t belong to me. That’s what parrots do, right? We echo.

But one day, I stopped. Not out of sadness. Just... quiet. And in that silence, something shifted.

Here are 3 soft-spoken lessons I learned when the noise faded and listening began:

1. Not Every Voice Needs to Be Yours

I used to fill the room with sound. But none of it was mine. When I lost my words, I started hearing others clearly, for the first time. Sometimes, we talk to feel present. But true presence often begins with quiet.

3. Listening Is Its Own Kind of Speaking.

Now, when I tilt my head and meet her eyes, she doesn’t need my words. She smiles anyway. Connection doesn’t always require sound. Listening is a form of love too.

Final Thought from Luma

I didn’t forget how to speak. I just remembered how to listen. So the next time you fall silent, don’t panic. Stay there. You might be standing at the edge of something deeper than words.