It is as I watch my fellow college students go about their free time activities that I write this...it started with hesitation and is moving onto something. But what that something is, I don't know. My music fills the empty space that resides in my head whenever I'm working. It helps me concentrate in ways that the silence doesn't. Sometimes it seems like the silence oozes from every wall of my parent's house and most of the time, I hate it.
It was only when my Mom and brother came back home that I realized JUST how quite the house was with just me in it...and how much I missed the noise.
But I am slowly learning the art of being surrounded by silence. I don't always HAVE to have the radio on all the time anymore. Sometimes it sucks but slowly but surely, it's changing into something more pure than anything I've encountered.
Sometimes it's the little things that count. Until next time, "Just Keep Swimming" :)
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