I am sitting in front of my computer and wondering what I am grateful for today. I could think of something
insightful or at least, I'd like to think it is insightful. I could write about something trivial just to say that I updated my blog today. However, as I sit here in the solitude of my room, all I hear in my house tonight is silence. The beautiful, exquisite silence like a breath of fresh air.
Why would someone be grateful for silence? Living in a city (well, I don't think you can completely consider Orem a city, but some of the sounds are similar so I will go with city) you hear the rush of traffic, the honking of horns, the yelling children in the street, the barking dogs, the wailing of a hungry or sleepy baby or toddler, the boom boom boom of music from a passing car, the slamming doors, the beeping at checkout counters, the crash of an opening cash register, random conversationalists, the whir of CPU's, the rapping of fingers on computer keyboards, the buzz of neon lights, and so much more. The world is a chaotic mass of sound and sometimes it is just too much. Sometimes, the world just needs to have an off switch or a mute button.
insightful or at least, I'd like to think it is insightful. I could write about something trivial just to say that I updated my blog today. However, as I sit here in the solitude of my room, all I hear in my house tonight is silence. The beautiful, exquisite silence like a breath of fresh air.
Why would someone be grateful for silence? Living in a city (well, I don't think you can completely consider Orem a city, but some of the sounds are similar so I will go with city) you hear the rush of traffic, the honking of horns, the yelling children in the street, the barking dogs, the wailing of a hungry or sleepy baby or toddler, the boom boom boom of music from a passing car, the slamming doors, the beeping at checkout counters, the crash of an opening cash register, random conversationalists, the whir of CPU's, the rapping of fingers on computer keyboards, the buzz of neon lights, and so much more. The world is a chaotic mass of sound and sometimes it is just too much. Sometimes, the world just needs to have an off switch or a mute button.
Tonight, at my house, the mute button seems to have been pushed. There is nothing but the sound of the intake of my breath. I can hear the beat of my heart in my ears. I can hear the rustling of my clothes as my body finds motion. I can hear my feet brushing against the carpet. I can relax and close my eyes, hearing the sounds of silence. And I find it music to my overstimulated ears.
My being an introvert has a lot to do with the joy I find in being in solitude and silence. I am truly grateful for the sounds silence brings. I am grateful to come to a place of quiet and feel like my own thoughts have room to run around and collect themselves. I am grateful for the pure joy silence can bring and for the awareness of the now silence brings with it. I feel like a have a glimpse at what Superman must feel (if Superman was real) in his Fortress of Solitude. I am free in my solitude and my silence. I am grateful I can rejuvenate and calm myself for another week of work, and then, all of the sounds coalesce and converge into the chaotic symphony of life.
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