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July 22nd, 2010 - 04:40 PM
This morning, while riding the bike at the gym, a guy behind me started running on a treadmill, a very noisy treadmill. Rather than hop onto one of the many available quiet ones, he continued running. I thought, “What an F’ing idiot!” Was he clueless, I thought? Did he not realize the amount of noise the machine was making?
Personally, I allowed the noise to get to me and I couldn't seem to switch around the thoughts. After a few minutes, I remembered a moment when I first moved into this apartment. The guy above me would happen to make some very loud noises early in the morning. I turned the situation around and realized that maybe it was time for me to get up; it was my personal alarm clock. A few days later I realized that I could ‘hear’ the noise; I felt grateful for my sense of hearing; soon after, the noise stopped bothering.
The piece here is titled “Blown-Up.” I chose this piece today because sometimes we allow things to get blown out of proportion. The more I heard the noise of the treadmill, the more I allowed myself to be bothered. I wanted to turn around and tell him to stop. I kept quiet, but the turmoil had built up inside me.
When I finished my turn on the bike, I stopped myself from turning around and giving him a dirty look. In that moment of consciously not turning around, everything stopped and I knew that I had the choice to look at that situation however I wished to see it. I stopped and felt gratitude for being able to hear.
May you go out into the world and LISTEN! Listen and give thanks.
Cheers!
Comments
Ricky Sencion
13 Years Ago
Los Angeles, CA
Thank you Carol, I try.