Gallivanting Silence

BradensEye
4 min readMar 21, 2022
Silent Treatment, Photo by BradensEye featuring a circa 2009 Los Angeles street-art statement on weapons

Muting mayhem shields strain. But, peace has never been created equal. Halting the haunting of any turbulent racket isn’t a simple switch to flick off. Circumstances within and beyond our control throw us off-kilter a lot of the time. If you’re similar to me, a really good flow can quickly get jolted toward anger if I’m not carefully navigating around the culprit. Separating the profitable pieces from our endless mental prattling is a consequential component for healthy partnership. Whether we’re sniffing at the heels of reforming any downsides to our intimacy arc, career rehabilitation, family fun, or stranger speculation, drilling an exploration of what noises make us fussy will help poise us. Gallivanting silence gives one space to categorize our chatter. It has the wisdom for teaching us the value of inward leaning in order to better our outer hostilities.

Quiet out here. Peaceful. No noise except my own. ~Todd by Tom Holland, Chaos Walking

Have you ever perceived how connecting with calm can be quite the effort? Heaps of particularized descriptives are what we wish for in our control group. Internal triggers flaunt enough of their flirtation to handle, such that external commotion remains a watchful thrust. Every one of us is opting for a specialized situational atmosphere to keep ourselves unperturbed. Since we’re each vastly unique, what works for you could be a volcanic destruction of my happy place or a mirrored means of ease. The felonious scatter of our feelings whenever we’ve become distraught is a sting to our sense of harmony. Especially in comfort zones, we’ve thoughtfully settled assuming we’d have at least a temporary ceasefire from any major frustrations. Full-throttle quietude requires a skillful bandwidth of multiple tools. Some of them are brief momentary spurts to merely sort you leaping past an outburst.

Seeking the secrecy of stillness on a very loud planet often falls on deaf ears. In a recent onslaught for me, this should be taken literally. Still tasking some senior-loving in-home support, I’ve found myself in surround-sound of the souring kind. Only, not at all in that immersively spectacular way. Being in my fifties already has me practicing for my future dissolution of faculties needs. Also, I’m privy to relatives or the same of my friends who’ve been grappling for ages with hearing loss. So, it hardly…

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