Her eyes wandered aesthetic distance trying to seek chasteness in the art of living. She could gather a little less of what she searched for but a lot more of what she'd never expected and pleased her the most. She had been a complete mystery for she never intended to unleash her disposition. Never had she encountered turbulence, nor had she possessed any felonious memory.
What averted her to blow off her very state of calmness? What could've possibly stopped her? Either it could be her disengaging past or intolerance of present or presumably insecurity for the future. She explored places,people,food,nature,fauna etc. But never sought what her soul desired for. She went on appreciating those delightful objects of God's handwork and cheered simplest happenings like the colour of the sky, blossomed flowers, twinkling stars, state of immaturity, a cry of an infant, the laugh of animals, dancing of rain, chirping of birds, the flamboyant voice of aircraft and adorned minutest gleaming paintings of nature.
She tried various strategies to withstand her enigmatic state of self but continued to defy her efforts. She was stuck and could nothing except to pleasurably endure her "EXUBERANCE".
Maybe just the fact of discussing nature or what quenched her thirst for love and awesomeness seemed her not too impressive and therefore being disregardful to its harmony.
She eventually realized that the true essence of living is to not just seek what you desire but endlessly accept the grants and gifts of God that make your soul dance within your body. She discovered how things lose their beauty when talked about it. She could recollect those thoughts that left her gratified her very state of calmness making her witness the eternal bliss and vibrancy within herself.
That curve of her behavior and deliverance to blissful state annihilated all her instincts causing her to move for attaining salvation.
"Talking destroys the symphony of silence "