Existence.
Silence can be so damning.
It seems everything is louder despite the silence that crosses the room. The music stops, the clacking of the keyboard dissipates, and the thoughts intensifies. As if my thoughts manifest in some physical form only to cloud the room. But I guess it takes the silence to hear the noise. The sound of the wind intensifies, rain pelts the glass, and everything snaps back into reality. Though If I think of silence in itself its not much without its opposite. It's like describing silence or sound to someone who can't hear. There is no one or the other. You can't describe hot to someone who has no concept of cold.
So maybe the silence while conflicting, daunting, and just about everything else is what's required. It may not ever go away but it'll be felt. Changing for the better or worse, but change nonetheless.
I've learned with recent events you can't begin to appreciate one thing without the opposites existence.