Silence both at peace and war. Wanted and resented, silence consumes the world and all who call it home. For years, all throughout the start of my life, just as most children, I thought silence to be, a stranger of my actions. I found by removing silence from my life, tossing the old jacket across the room, I was perceived as of, lesser intelligence, as of, lower class status, as of, aggravating relations. Finding this just before my teenage years, I decided to allow silence to consume my daily life. Picking up the tattered jacket, surrounding me, not gaining the warmth sought after but gaining the consequences that come with living in Florida while wearing a sweater all day, everyday. I found to be, left out, to be alone, to be without recognition. However, accidentally discovered in becoming a teenager, silence  and personal experience according with it made me flawless. The standardization of silence allowed the jacket to be worn, open. Who I am can be both shown and humbly kept to one's self. Now I am able to make relations with anyone I meet and I am recognized by peers, instructors, leaders, and family as having superior, academic skills, social skills, and leadership skills. My jacket, me, who I am, I am flawless.