My last name has a silent “H” in it. Despite the spelling of Huryk, it is pronounced “Yer-ick”. I’ve grown accustomed to correcting mispronunciations (or not). It can be a great separator of the people who know versus those who don’t. The letter has no function but it has importance. Running through a box of memories that I have, it became obvious that there were several events and people that have gone silent through the years. They are the silent letters of life.
As we progress in the modern world, everything seems to be more analytical. The value of time, interactions and relationships have an almost economic feel to them. While waste is not particularly something to seek out in earnest, it is often a necessary ingredient to the eventual path that we take.
No matter what is in the past it is only prelude to now and what’s coming. Those letters can be as silent or as loud as you choose to make them. Their power is not real. It is how pronounced you make them. Choose the ones that move you forward.