My car radio was busted for a while. After about a month I finally took the time to get it fixed. Boy oh boy, how I’d been missing N.P.R.. But here’s the funniest thing, I’d gotten so accustomed to the silence in the car that the repaired radio seemed like it was yelling at me.
I have always loved the solitude of being in the car. In the silence of that month without the radio, that love of peacefulness had grown. Now that the radio’s fixed, I’m hardly using it.
But as the weeks have gone by I am finding that I’ve got the radio on more and more. Now I am making a conscious effort to not allow being bombarded by noise become the norm. I stop and ask myself: Am I interested in listening to this? If the answer is no, I switch it off.
I think we have all come to accept/expect to be bombarded by both the auditory and the visual cacophony of modern life. I’m making a new commitment to silence and peace.
Smile. Be happy.
P.S.: Here’s a big but. I’m advocating quiet times, but I still hope you listen to the new Smiley song: