Voices in the head

Ah, if not for these voices in his head, he would be perfectly happy. But they sounded, and sometimes to the point of importunity, so that he lost his sense of reality, drowned in this noise, as in the ocean.
 
The loudest and most insistent of all sounded, of course, mother's voice: sometimes caring and admonishing, sometimes formidable and reproaching, and it was much more difficult to escape from it than from the others.

The rest - friends, acquaintances, relatives, neighbors, numerous cousins, uncles and aunts - acted much more modestly, but there were many of them, a whole choir, under the direction of his mother.

Sometimes it seemed to him that their arguments sounded reasonable, and he even began to listen to them, but they mostly carried some kind of nonsense - persistently, stubbornly, continuously, so that it was pointless to argue with them.

And he didn’t argue, he just ran away - into his life, into the life that he wanted for himself, and wherever she was next to him... She - the one that they did not understand and did not accept... and, probably, they will never understand and will not accept.

And sometimes, as if in some kind of oblivion of despair, he thought: maybe that's why he feels so good next to her?

And one more thing: when she was near, all these voices in his head instantly fell silent, faded, they did not even dare to utter a word, and silence reigned in his soul.

And then he clearly heard the voice of own soul, which told him only one phrase: "This is SHE."

from "Natalie: The Art of Living"