It is the
daily chatter of co-workers, office machines, factory whistles and all of the
background things that are ever so present that we never even think about. It is meaningless conversations with people
we don’t like that eventually fill up our work day until the quiet of the ride
home seems like a peaceful background to the setting sun.
These are
the noises we shut off whenever we retire.
It is a switch that snaps us into an unanticipated silence. A sudden lack of interaction plunges some of
us into hobbies or catapults us into travel adventures but ever looming is the
harsh reality that after we’ve built the last Kleenex box cover and after we’ve
hiked the floor of the Grand Canyon we must return to the quiet.
We must
invent chores and projects to take the place of being a social animal. Sometimes you can tell how long someone has
been retired just by counting the layers of paint on their walls.
ZC
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