As scheduled, the power in my complex is off until this evening. It's not a big deal; the glowing sun provides natural light, and all my electronics are charged.
However, what I find interesting and a bit unnerving—it doesn't take much external pressure to make me edgy—is the encompassing silence.
The subtle missing sounds we take for granted. The quiet whirring from my air purifier, the coffee maker's occasional beeps, and outside noises when maintenance is doing their thing. The bathroom vent when I switch on the light.
Now, it's just me and the thoughts clattering in my head. Which, if not contained, can take me to a happy wonderland or a dark, gloomy cave.
The point is we become so caught up in what we're accustomed to we forget to notice life. Forget to be grateful. Forget how to live in the moment and find peace there without distractions.
I should venture into the world before the rainy days this weekend. But as I do, I'm going to try to notice what is and not allow it all to become a blur of noise.
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