Noise.
How do you define that?
Is it the noise from music?
Is it the noise from people surrounding you?
Is it the noise from the world we live in today?
The latter makes me think more profoundly.
So many disheartening things are happening in the world, and it's so hard to "keep on, keep on" while being oblivious to the monstrosity that cycles generation to generation.
From plagues in the past to human genocide and beyond.
People are picking sides, justifying their reasoning to ensure that their vantage point is correct.
Prayer can only do so much, but being humble to know that everything was predestined or deterministic is what truly frightens me... but I shouldn't right?
I'm working on music, building projects, going to school, etc.
It's such a privilege, even me writing this right now in the comfort of my kitchen, listening to piano music, while drinking clean water in a safe neighbourhood within suburban Ontario, Canada.
Is the noise we hear something we filter out?
Do we need to filter it out to survive?
Or is that the innate selfishness or defense mechanism we formulated from birth till now?
We can write, gossip, share, advocate, etc.
Making drastic changes seems almost too bureaucratic in today's climate.
Voicing our truest opinions can get us metaphorically exiled or gossiped about behind closed doors.
It is disappointing...
But who am I to say this?
I am nothing but a mere speck in a galaxy amongst galaxies, in a universe that seems to care less what happens if I die.
Yet, my faith makes me feel like I'm someone, because I am to Him.
However, the world that constitutes our existence and who we are to be and to do with our lives makes all of this nothing but a fever dream.
This isn't a hate post, but a disappointment in myself and what I've become... which many reading this could resonate with too, making me even more compelled to write this.
We might never know our predestined fate; some say we don't have one, but without believing that life is predestined, it'd be hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
As for the noise... I guess the definition is up to you.
What your external, incessant noise tells you dictates what will cultivate the internal voice that you hear.
With words of hope, you may or may not be able to control the noise, but you can control the voice.
Let the voice steer you, if positive and constructive.
It will lead you to a place that'll lack the need for conformity and form the mind of ease.
In a place filled with cruelty, choose the voice over noise.