Lesson 62211

Silence can be many things. It can be a moment of profound joy, or of profound sadness; a moment of clarity, or of soundless confusion; a shared memory, or time suffered to pass. Sometimes, no, all of the time, Lito wishes for even just one person who'd understand. 

Lito is hardly perfect. He learned this much for quite a while in his life.  Despite this, he knows he can be many things, but that is where the problem lies: he is never truly a singular thing. He was a Jack-of-all-Trades, but he was also a Master of Nothing. It always hurt him when people told him this like it was an affliction of sorts. It appears that like Lito, they have forgotten things that do not deserve the exile of oblivion. 

They have forgotten how he has helped them, in his turn, in his many ways.  Thus it was that Lito learned that when the moment of need has passed, no one can be trusted to remember what is due where, or whom, it is due.

It pains Lito to have to go through this a lot. He trusts, and his trust is broken. He believes, but his faith is forgotten. He helps, but there is no help in Lito's need. He loves, and his love, as with other things, is taken for granted. It pains Lito more that he has had to endure this in silence. There is no one to talk to. There is no one to listen to Lito, who has listened to many in his own turn. There is no one to share the pain. There is no assuring voice for Lito, whose voice assured many in his own turn. 

Silence can be many things, and today, Lito learned that it can be many grave things at once.