Life is distraction.
There's a definite sense of lack if we're not doing.
As to noise — front and centre or otherwise — most people (I've ever known) abhor silence. It unsettles them.
I'm not like that.
I see silence as a friend, or at least a place to come home to my true nature.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit to the fact that a lot of people have misunderstood my self-induced silence. They think, and perhaps, sometimes, I am or have been sulking; but the older I get, the more I realise that silence not only settles me, it very quickly radiates and infuses the environs, making things — the big things especially — much easier to address.
I've talked a lot on LJ about my desire to go on Pilgrimage. That's still part of the plan — Covid-19 permitting — and I know a large part of that sojourn is to go deeper into silence. It's not about self-improvement but, instead, a letting go and being comfortable in my own skin.
For the record, I think silence is something that needs developing not only at home but in the workplace. I don't mean the obligatory check-in or the irksome training course but something much deeper. I still remember going to see a Danish company who had soundproofing throughout their building and it made such a difference to the atmosphere, that and the fact that no one shouted or allowed their ego to run wild.
But you know all this, right?
Silence is restorative in so many ways. All we need do is to practice it. Even something as simple as taking time to stop, to watch and listen to our in-breath and to come back to our bodies and not live in our mind, makes you (or should I say me) realise how much we allow distraction to run or is that ruin our lives.