The holiday of a silence

An idle mind can feel like a noisy carnival.
Thoughts chatter like vendors, each one calling for attention. Unseen entities shriek as though they own the stage, while the crickets of doubt creep endlessly into every quiet corner.

But there is another kind of holiday.
It does not require tickets, luggage, or distance. It begins the moment nothing is carried forward — not a thought of the next second, not a plan for the next hour, not a worry for the next day.

In that stillness, the chattering dissolves.
The crickets lose their rhythm.
The entities lose their grip.
Silence spreads like a clear sky after rain.

Here, time is no longer measured. A second feels like an open field, an hour like a vast horizon. It is peace itself — a holiday without travel, a rest without interruption.

This is the celebration of holidays without crickets, without entities, without intrusion: a space where the mind rests in its own freedom.