never take silence for granted
I am sitting here close to the riverside having a drink. It's Wednesday, a hot January Wednesday. The sun is shining bright, not a cloud in the sky, a soft breeze underneath the trees. There's so many butterflies lately, it makes me feel so happy and refreshed to meet them on my way to work.
People have a really strange relationship with silence: the moment they step out into a public park they need to blast music. Instead of listening to the chirping of birds, the flow of water, the wind gushing through the trees. Maybe it's me, maybe I'm annoyed because I live in an apartment building and this type of quietude is not something I can take for granted.
Do we teach people to enjoy silence? Or is this a precious commodity you only learn about as you get older?