MLS - My Life Silent

Just watching a tad of the MLS final between Colorado and Dallas and couldn't help but notice the intensity of the game.  It looks like those players out there are fighting for the equalizer in the last five minutes when in fact the game is tied at 0-0 and it's the 54th minute.  Remarkable!  I would liken it to hockey in all it's crude aggressive end to end switching, I was surprised they weren't body checking each other!  Of course it's not exactly what I enjoy watching but it is a nice break from some game where one team is content to just pass around and not make any daring offensive push.  Looks like the all around control could improve and especially the composure.  and a few decent shots.  and maybe some more sick dangles.  Can't win them all.  Haven't cared to look for the result.  I would put money on Dallas.
My real purpose for this post was to explain my Friday action, or inaction.  I participated in the i am silent vow of silence.  The reasoning behind this was in part to celebrate the 21st anniversary of the UN signing the declaration of children's rights and also to raise awareness of children who are exploited or are living in extreme poverty.  This went fairly well with my only intentional talk right before six in the morning when I was required to explain to my coworker why I wouldn't be talking or replying to him.  After that i made numerous mistakes, probably around eight, where words just slipped out of my mind either subconsciously or just forgetfully.  It was hard though to not talk. One of the major reasons was I couldn't put in my knowledge into conversations that were completely ill informed.  Note:whales including blue, sperm, humpback, etc, have sonar.  It is not exclusive to dolphins!  Listening to people talk about these things and knowing they were wrong was not an easy task.  Another hard part was the lack of talking.  Similar to when you sit in a chair the whole day and your body becomes restless my jaw and mouth became restless.  One more reason was that you wanted to tell someone something but couldn't and so you had to think about how you'd tell them the following day.
Most importantly, the things I learned and experienced far outweighed the hardships endured.  For one, I recognized that even though I was oppressing myself I was still being oppressed and that was not fun.  To live without the ability or right to be heard is something I think we all overlook.  We complain in this country for trivial things while people in other parts of the world are denied basic human rights and are forced to go through excruciating situations and experiences.  Even now, two days after, I often give a simple head nod where before I would have said something.  Talk is cheap unless it's meaningful.