Noise is closely related to our lives. We are disturbed by the noise every day. As Schaffer says, “Noises are the sounds we have learned to ignore.” We live in such a prosperous metropolis, to avoid the noise affecting us, ignoring the noise is more from our judgment of the noise. In many cases, we have to accept them. I live in an apartment near the city center. The apartment is on the side of the road, and the road is a major transportation hub. Every day I hear people talking to each other as they come and go. The sirens of ambulances, police cars, fire engines, and the roar of cars going back and forth. Even the noise of the children next door. I am a quiet person, so these sounds are all noise to me. At first, I wear earplugs. Earplugs give me a personal space and allow me to focus on more things. But over time I found that even though I wore earplugs every day to avoid noise, there was no reduction in the noise. As a result, I began to learn to see and ignore them from different perspectives. I choose to ignore the noise, and maybe sometimes I consider the noise as a part of my life. Because I realized that these sounds are the symbol of this bustling, bustling city, which is the so-called life.
I find the point that you made about “ignoring the noise is more about our judgement of noise” super interesting. Great job on your post!
Thank you very much for your reply. Most of the time we can think about things differently. Bad things may not necessarily be bad.
Your comment at the end is an interesting revelation. Does this mean “noise” is becoming “music” for you?
To be more precise, some noise will be my “music” after my judgment, because the “music” represents the breath of life. I was lonely most of the time. I remember at the beginning of the outbreak, it was very quiet outside the window. There were no cars, no pedestrians, just ambulances coming and going. At that time, the so-called “quiet” actually gave me more fear, because I didn’t know how many people around me would leave because of the virus. But as time went on, the city began to flourish because of “music.” Sometimes I look out of the window and enjoy the “music”. Looking at people and cars coming and going, I can deeply feel that I am still here.