It’s Hard to Listen Above the Noise

It’s hard to listen above the noise. The phone keeps ringing but no one is there. It’s just a bot and a recorded message. Out my front window and onto the street I’m hearing cars racing, horns honking, brakes screeching, sirens blasting. Next door neighbor is screaming at his wife or kids. And that’s just the noise my ears are able to discern.

Add to that the vibrations from the internet, cell phones, TV, radio, and electricity, sending me into a noise overload.

Is there a solution in sight? I hate to appear like a pessimist, but the truth is ear pollution isn’t visible and most people don’t even realize it exists. If we consider the problem we are having trying to convince the masses of how that we have been polluting the planet for a long time. If they don’t believe in something they can physically see what makes you think we can convince them of some unseen?

I do think there are things we can do to detox. Personally, I like to get out of town. Up north in the cool pine, hike a bit and sit on a high peak, take some deep breaths, and relax. Breath in the fresh, exhale all the negativity.

It’s like my way to recharge. If we are empty, we have nothing to give.

I am thankful to have grown up in the ’60s. Things were less stressed, we hadn’t lost our compassion yet, there were places to escape the city noise, and if you worked you could make a decent living. And the music was much better. That’s a fact.

I am concerned that we aren’t listening. Mother Earth is/was trying to warn us, giving us a heads up. Telling us we need to respect the Earth. We can’t keep taking. We have to give some back. That’s how it works. What good is it going to be if we greedily hoard all the wealth, crippling the planet? The air is polluted so we can’t breathe, the soil is polluted so we can’t grow healthy food, and if that doesn’t destroy us then our hate and greed will overcome us and we will continue to murder each other till there is no more human life on the planet. Human extinction by human hands. A sad demise.