I‘ve living in South Korea For more than a decade, but I recently learned how fast it was. The Bing-Bong of a person who presses the “stop” button on the city, and the associated notices of Korea’s singing, the beeps of riders scan their transit cards to ride or leave; The workers of soju-drunk loudly singing off-tuno through the neighborhood neighborhoods; poorly loud music K-pops broken from storefronts; and songs that look like changing key in record rates as motorcycle shippers free of charge.
Actually, I trust that there is nearly a cacophony around me for my mature’s whole life. Before you know, the background noise becomes a kind of comfort to me, making me less lonely. It started after the university as I was about to scrap a living, working jobs I didn’t want to do. I have silenced my loneliness and alone in the nights by playing the endless hours of the law and the special Olivia fires that Olivia Benson and Elliots stables carry criminals to the worst kind of justice.
Years ago, in Korea, I was happier, but I still want to sink the validity of the $ 60,000 student loans I feel like a lifetime of life I spent and I feel like life. So I bought all 10 times with friends. Hearing Ross and Rachel argues with the background about “breaking” as I do other things whom I tell myself that I am, to all things and never gets out of my debt.
After the results of the 2016 US election, things are worse. I built my own sound system on the iPhone and I started to fill in every serenity – from bathing dishes to fold the washing – with a part of destroying MSNBC or CNN. I know the names of anchors and voices of reporters.
It rarely is quiet around me, yet I’m about to notice. After 2023, I went to a solo retraction to avoid house distractions. I started writing fiction for the first time for more than a decade, and it feels incredible. I feel like I have done something creative for the first time in a long time. But Penny has never dropped.
When I get home, the sound begins with Nonstop. I don’t know how much “damage noise in the backger” that hurt me till one day I noticed the sound of silence. Standing in the shower without my phone playing something in the background, I suddenly realized I could Listen to my mind. Ideas flew to me – phrases and lines I want to use in short stories, inspiration for pitches to be sent to publications. I have never deliberately drowned my creativity with a self-motivated sea of sound and I know I have to stop.
The noise is not just killing my creativity; My productivity is surrounded. Each project I took from a client or thoughts of creation that I wanted to fall “on paper” two times long. Ideas have occurred or never. No one of us are strangers with negative sound effects. Studies are shown Right noise pollution has a role in common health issues such as heart disease and high blood pressure, along with odd-weighted weights. A researcher has never been characterized by our good obsession as “Aural waste“:” If you see what you hear, it looks like the pills and piles of McDonald’s wrappers, thrown out in the window while we drive on the road. “
I’m not scientist, but it seems clear to me that we are better let us surround us as a society, less connected to each other. We lost our desire to truly talk to our friends or partners, replace our relationships with podcasts, talkshots, and social updates and news. We rely more and more on external input rather than looking within ourselves, cutting off our inner telephone wires and forgetting the sound of our intuitive voices – the ones that drive our decisions, creativity and how we view the world around us.
Knowing what my habit is doing with me is the wake-up call I need. I’m cut off on YouTube. I haven’t brought my phone to shower, don’t listen to news clips while doing household chores, and avoid reaching my earbuds as I walked or commuted. I will limit “writing background noise” to instrumental music, if anything. And if I’m tempted to do something I know I can’t help, pack my macoko and head to a favorite coffee shop for some time. Sometimes, I just sat in silence for a few minutes and let my mind in real DO This and the effects made by my writing in life.
In the election of the night 2024, I am in the US home. Times Square Walks in New York City on return to my hotel, I look at the screen scroll with early advertising results. I took my phone and moved a “no News” focus I made weeks before. I don’t want to be pulled in the horror I think of coming; I want to preserve the quiet space that I have finally found and monitored this sacred.
These moments should not have been like that epiphanic discoveries, but they are: I need – no, wish – More silence in my life. My creativity suffered without it. Sometimes, it is still difficult to choose the silence of noise, but the consequence is good at the sound.
