The voices in my head have been quiet lately.

Too quiet.

Have I grown too old and they no longer have need to pester me, to question my every action? Or have I unconsciously set them aside, replacing them with the voices of my heart?

Though I'm not sure... Is this a good happening? I do recall, rest came a great deal easier as I lay my head down at previous nights. And my doubt seems to have disappeared alongside the rambling that echoed so frequently in my skull.

Maybe I have allowed myself to think too highly of these voices. They broadened my view of the world around me, made me conscious of things I otherwise would have overlooked. But even so, perhaps I had no need in seeing those things. They brought upon me burdens I could rarely seem to shake, made me think twice on situations I should have simply accepted.

So yes, indeed, I have concluded... These voices are no longer a part of me. They never should have been.