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Silence:
Most of my friends think that I am crazy because there are times that I go up to my cottage by myself for a weekend and I do not talk to anyone for the whole weekend. No matter what they think, I am still going to do it. To me, there is nothing like silence. I spend my entire week talking to people, and believe me, I really do love what I do, but there are times that I need a break. So, instead of having anyone up or doing a guy’s golf weekend, I come up alone and I stay quiet (unless, of course, a neighbor happens to stop by).
In our society, it seems as if we are overwhelmed with always having to be entertained and we are always listening to something – mp3 players, television on in the background, even televisions at the gas station and the supermarket. We have less and less silence in our lives, and in some ways, less and less peace and quiet.
As for me, my silence that I am talking about is mostly about me talking, because I have not heard silence for almost 20 years. Unfortunately, I have tinnitus – a constant ringing of the ears. I am pretty used to it by now, having had it for so long, but it is really bad as I write this because the more you think about it, the worse it seems to get. If I am just sitting around and it is quiet, I do not usually hear it, but if I start to think about how quiet it is, BAM, it pops right on up. Kind of like trying to not think of a pink elephant – the more you try not to, the more you think of one.
