Thursday, 9 January 2014

What, You Can't Hear Yourself Think Either?

You know, maybe the monasteries had a point after all...

I suppose we don't all have a monastery at hand to remove the cluttering noise of our lifestyle and times. ( If you do, rather take your vacation in Club Monastery than Club Med! ) How on earth are we to function as we were meant to, with all this new noise?

Do you know which one is your inner voice? Not the voice of advertising, friends and stuff? Just you, plain & simple.

Multitasking, which used to be the skill & art of women and geniuses, has now gone mainstream. All and sundry have a go at it on a daily if not hourly basis...Even now, while writing this, the TV is on in another room. Don't most of us do two or three things at a time? Read our text messages, while watching TV and talking ( sort of ) to our family...

A lot of us have taken to wearing the cellphone as an extension of us, even using it as a barometer of wealth. ' Oh look, a XYZ-phone!'
Whatever happened to the good old days of , ' Oh look, a huge diamond '.
Cellphones were invented ( at least I hope & think so ) for emergencies. Well, that pigeon has flown the coop for good. Now, courtesy of our cell phone, we know what our friends and family eat at meal times. Often while sitting in the same room! A vital source of noisy clutter.

We buy into a lifestyle and social scene, where noisy clutter is essential to fit in. Golly gosh, you won't find a real-self underneath the facade of: " Got to have and own the best and most." Tell me, have you also at some time in your life, bought something so useless and dare I say stupid, just because your friends owned it and you wanted to fit in?

De-layering our life from the noise of life, is not as difficult as it seems. It could be as simple as doing one thing at a time. Forget the multitasking. Go for a walk in nature. Go and visit your friends in person. Go and play a board game with your kids. Go on a holiday that doesn't involve 20 cities in 10 days...

Biggi

Eisenberg in the morning misty, yet a clear haven...
A simple walk through the forest and smelling a pile of newly axed wood.

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