Wisdom of the Walls

A medical phrase describes what I enjoy the most during the day; I call it “talking to walls.”

Nothing is more comforting than a conversation with these ivory giants.
My home suddenly awakens once it becomes empty of people. Walls become live to trigger an idea, a discussion, or even friendly conservation within me.

You may call this phenomenon an “internal dialogue,” but I do not because I do not hide behind fancy, primarily spiritual phrases.

I talk to walls!

If you’ve heard your inner voice telling you how to judge your actions and helping you clear your conscience, call it whatever.

My walls discuss, argue, and debate with attitude. They try to get me angry and push me to cry. They make me yell, roar, then cool down to lead me into an intense deliberation phase, where I meditate. Once I reach this stage, I look back at my walls and feel like a new person, a better human.

They make me make sense, and I adapt!

The wisdom of walls is more sincere than the wisdom of humans.

Once, I thought I was unlucky to lack guidance from others; now, I think I am one of the few who got lucky not to get influenced by other human experiences. There is no control, no pressure, or expectations to meet. Just me facing these walls, discussing, arguing, debating with my attitude and thoughts; twisting, challenging, and changing them until I reach the ultimate self-gratification, the natural and new version of me.

Nothing can be better than the wisdom of the empty walls inside my house until the house gets busy again and echo those other human experiences.

Dana Obeid