I find peace in silence when the noise is too much. After getting overstimulated with sound, I really want to lie in my bed and enjoy the quiet. Living in an urban area, that happens most of the time.
In contrast, I also find peace in familiar noise, like the sound of the vinyl player and the grind of the espresso machine when I’m at my favorite cafe, Satchmi. I also find peace in having my favorite affogato there.
I also find peace in listening to my favorite music, even if it’s loud. For example, Foo Fighters’ and Motörhead’s music is familiar, even beautiful noise for me.
I also find peace in writing my thoughts and feelings wherever I am, in my journal or here on my blog. Thank goodness for journals and blogs. Writing on them heals me. Writing heals me.
I also find peace in stories unfolding in books, comics, series, and movies. Sometimes, I like to get away from reality for a while by engaging in fiction.
I also find peace in talking to people who matter to me, whether we talk about meaningful stuff or we laugh about new or old memes. We all need connection, and I’m grateful for having happy, significant ones.
I even find peace in watching videos of angry wrestlers while I have a cup of hot tea. (I know that sounds absurd.)
For me, peace doesn’t always mean silence. For me, sometimes there’s a kind of safety in familiar routines and places, in favorite music, in conversations with people I’m comfortable with, in writing from my mind and heart, in reading and watching interesting stories, and in laughter at ridiculous jokes. When I feel safe, I find peace.
Header image courtesy of Stas Knop.
Ian Pasicolan 