After the tranquilness of physically being at work yesterday and the absolute silence that comes from being one of the few people there, today was such a dramatic drag. I’m once again back working at home, and the loudness of the neighborhood - and from my family members who are also stuck sheltering at home - is especially grating today. I can practice zen buddhism as much as I can, but some days it’s difficult to ignore the things I can’t control; today, it’s the ambient sounds of where I live.
The kid that lives downstairs from us just so happen to decide that this day would be a good day to ride a super loud motorcycle around the neighborhood. Lovely.
Peace and quiet is what I want, is that too much to ask? Some days I am this close to risking it all and moving myself to the middle of nowhere out in the woods, to find my own version of Walden pond. I would gladly swap the sounds of city-life for the sounds of nature; the former can be hugely grating, and the latter is evergreen serene until eternity. What it must be like to be able to finish a thought without yet another car driving by with its stereo blaring way too loudly. I’m not annoyed most days - I wouldn’t have been able to live here for nearly twenty years if it did - but some days it’s simply impossible to keep a clear mind and focus.
How am I suppose to be meditative under such annoyance?
What does help to refocus the mind and keep calm is to remember that there are others out there who has it worse than me, that their surroundings is magnitudes more difficult than the mere noise pollution that I’m experiencing. Commiseration - even if it’s imagined - helps also: surely I’m not the only one who is bothered by the loud motorcycle whizzing by when the kid is riding it over the many streets of the neighborhood. It’s suddenly not so bad when I realize it’s not only me who is suffering.
This too shall pass, and as it always is with mental health, it’s a constant work in progress.
Aren’t you lucky, not having to deal with an hyperactive mind of a human.