Where do you go when it’s quiet? No lights, no phone, no sounds? Do you go somewhere dark? Or do you see light? How do you fill the void?

All these things tell us a lot about ourselves. With careful and consistent observation, suddenly we can see the nakedness of who we are. Or is it layer upon layer of distraction? Phone Netflix music buying shit a temporary fix. One after the other. Not all these things are bad but if what’s drawing you to them is quiet, where does the quiet lead you?

Sadness? Could just as easily be happiness. Pain be it psychological or physical can distract in and of itself, what if the pain and suffering don’t allow quiet? Does distraction then become quiet? Does noise become welcome?

These things fill up our lives but we often forget how or what led us to them in the first place. It’s likely good to revisit habits and patterns as with time we change. It’s strange how old habits are as difficult to quit as new ones are to start. Things are too hard, it’s too late in the day, it’s too late in life… that is when we die, when we refuse to change.