Why must all action be declaration?

Could things not realize without announcing their realization? I exist, yes. But it is not just that I exist that concerns me – for I find myself attempting to ascertain this affirmation. So I continue: It is the case that I exist… and so on and so forth. Somewhere, somehow, I find myself attempting to bring about justification.

Why must I scream?

Why do I have to make my existence known to satisfy it? Why does it seek to be validated; yearn to be congratulated?

Why can’t it be without announcing that it is becoming?

Why does it praise itself that it has become, undermining whatever achievement it might have made by pronouncing it.