Through all the pressing sounds of everything, I found peace.
It was not easy if I am truly honest; but it is possible.
I sat for several hours just staring at one page in the middle of a book and all around me I could hear nothing but a buzz. Computers, cell phones, motors, beats- they were all pressing against me and I had no weapons to push them back. I just wanted it to be silent.
I have never been a big fan of ever having a cell phone. The sheer thought of someone across the country being able to dial a few numbers and reach me makes me feel as if I will never be alone again. There is almost a sense of just irritability towards it. And I almost wish to leave it home if it was not for the obvious result that they can sometimes be useful. Sometimes.
Computers OBVIOUSLY are very good tools to have. I just dislike the constant rush they bring that sweeps you into endless hours of social networking. It can be fun to speak to other people online, of course. I do not defy this argument. It’s just not for me.
I will not even begin to fight against cars. They are beyond any shadow of a doubt one of the best inventions mankind has ever created. I just often wish we had a less noisy alternative. Although there is something very pleasing to the ear about the sound of a good super car engine. That I will not disagree with.
Music is a big part of my life. If I did not have it, things for me would be a different story entirely. I would probably be studying some big dusty tome about the speed of a parsec in some forgotten cafeteria corner right now instead of enjoying the sweet beats of LIGHTS. But of course even music has a place. Sometimes I find myself just not wanting to listen to any for a while. Instead I just want to fill my ears with sweet and contented silence.
I just wish it could be still for a moment.
I’ll take a Schwinn bike, please. And I’ll ride it far away to a field I know of across the state border. It’s just a hop and a pedal away to get there. The only sound is the rustle of soy beans and corn stalks in the gentle breeze. And the occasional moo of a friendly passing bovine. But that’s it. I could sit a thousand hours in that field. I would stay the same through every heat stroke, rain storm, and tornado. I would just sit pulling apart every daisy in that field. And all just to listen to the peaceful stillness.
I just want it to be quiet.