NEB
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Well not silence exactly, but peace and quiet.
Has anyone noticed just how intense life has become over the last 20 years. It's so fast paced and we're bombarded constantly with images and noise. Advertisers all competing for our attention, programs vieing for us to 'make that phone call' and these reality TV programs are always so incredibly loud.
Radio is no better with constant noise and chatter going on oblivious to whether you happen to be listening or not.
Outside the house it's awash with over stimulus and demands on time and attention and in the home is no better among a busy family, all with so many things that they need to do. Kids with their activities, running in and out constantly (with you in tow as duty driver). Always in a rush to be here or there to pick up this person, drop that one, play for this service, run that practice or rehersal.
It's constant bombardment on the senses and there's no let-up.
How much benefit those moments of peace and quiet prove to be. Allowing our own thoughts to have room to breathe, even if we're too tired for those thoughts to be any other than mental sighs of relief.
Sometimes it can get to the stage where we're so acclimatised to the general din that when quiet comes along it becomes deafening in the very absense of such a din.
Such a strange world we live in. Could this be the definition of lunacy?
Has anyone noticed just how intense life has become over the last 20 years. It's so fast paced and we're bombarded constantly with images and noise. Advertisers all competing for our attention, programs vieing for us to 'make that phone call' and these reality TV programs are always so incredibly loud.
Radio is no better with constant noise and chatter going on oblivious to whether you happen to be listening or not.
Outside the house it's awash with over stimulus and demands on time and attention and in the home is no better among a busy family, all with so many things that they need to do. Kids with their activities, running in and out constantly (with you in tow as duty driver). Always in a rush to be here or there to pick up this person, drop that one, play for this service, run that practice or rehersal.
It's constant bombardment on the senses and there's no let-up.
How much benefit those moments of peace and quiet prove to be. Allowing our own thoughts to have room to breathe, even if we're too tired for those thoughts to be any other than mental sighs of relief.
Sometimes it can get to the stage where we're so acclimatised to the general din that when quiet comes along it becomes deafening in the very absense of such a din.
Such a strange world we live in. Could this be the definition of lunacy?