In ancient traditions from around the world there are teachings upon teachings of ways to quiet the mind, to hear the “inner voice”. There is a notion that in absence, exists everything we are outwardly seeking.
I’ve come to believe that opposed to leading a life in complete austerity, there is use in culling through the noise, being acutely aware of each note and it’s particular pitch. Just as a sad song played beautifully, can bring joy, so can life surprise and inspire us to hear each new song with a more well-trained ear.
It’s just that more often than not we forget there is music even playing. The monotony becomes monotone, it becomes white noise and the space between, unrecognizable. And what if life is just this? What if we have it all backwards and we need to learn to listen for the silence not the sounds?
What if we asked each other, “What do you hear when you’re not hearing? What do you feel when you’re not feeling? and what do you ultimately seek when you’re not seeking?”