Gratitude for Silence, Work, Life, Rhythms and Reading


It’s Tuesday sitting in a house devoid of human voices. There’s only the sound of ticking clocks in various room and humming appliances in the kitchen. I hear my coffee maker. A single drip of coffee and then silence again. I hear the sound of chirping birds and a passing airplane coming from the outside. It’s the first time I’ve heard these sounds in days even though I’ve been sitting here at this computer typing away at my ambitions all of this time for what seems like days.

Yesterday, I told a friend of mine about one of my latest ambitions. He said, “I’m sorry to say it’s not going to work out.”

I was shocked to hear the words come from the mouth of a friend rather than a parent. To me, it’s a parent’s “job” to be discouraging of ambition because they want you to be safe, but I see no place for a friend to do this. Friends are your peers and they cheer you on. Yes, both generalizations, I know. So, as I do when things bother me, I began to read the research to satisfy my curiosity. How was it that this friend was so lucky as to have a more limited ambitious nature than I do? To be still and content and the same age as me?

This Time article theorizes that perhaps ambition is a genetic trait. It also theorizes that ambition is cultural and driven by anxiety. It provides the example of students in the US with competitive behaviors; and thus, more ambitious than non-competing students in Papua New Guinea where it is necessary to work as a team on the farm. It goes on to generalize that many people living in lower socioeconomic status feel hopeless whereas the wealthy are living in luxury, so it is generally the middle class citizens whom tend to be ambitious because they work to earn more and keep from losing their status.

My conclusion? Here is a house of silent rhythms. Everyone is off to work. Ambition or no ambition, life is still work, but only a few have the privilege to be able to hear (or feel…as some people are deaf) the silent rhythms… The occasional drip from the faucet of the kitchen sink… The passing vehicles on the road outside. Even one’s own breath. The pigeon nesting in the northern tree… The raven’s call from the southwestern rooftop. Whatever valley or mountain we stand on, work and sleep on… Life is passing. Energy comes and goes. Enjoy it as you are. Let it lift the corners of your mouth. Let it moisten your eyes and expand your ribs as your ribs rise and fall with the rhythm.

I hope you will take the time each day to feel and be grateful for little things even if you have a long list of to-do’s. If you’re even more fortunate, I hope you find the time to get some reading done and recommend some books to me. One of the latest books I’ve enjoyed is:

04cc3eca8b2a9c2831ff755129df0124fdf93b17  Reading about happiness and the happiest place on earth makes one feel their happiness! I highly recommend the audio version if you want to hear the charming way all of the Danish words are pronounced, but the print version has a lot of interesting infographics on random things like how many fireplaces Danish homes have in comparison to the UK and how many times in Denmark has been voted “happiest country”.

I could go on with listing excellent books, but the time has come for me to attend to tasks on the outside of the house. I must remember to stop and feel the energy and listen to it today because I am grateful for those moments of silence and wish you many such moments!




6 responses »

  1. i feel family wont be honest for they are biased. but a friend has no biases, as they are not blood so will speak their mind. they may have your best interest at heart. ones family is vested in you, usually, because they are family. a friend generally is not vested in you. what can blur this is if your friend is also family by marriage (spouse)

    i am perplexed by whatever your ambition is/was to make your friend say what he said.

    i often wander about my place mostly in the early evening, but sometimes in the early morning and “hear/experience” the silence. it becomes the time i simplify my life. it is a time i am happy. i feel i ma not unhappy with my life, overall, but do feel there are times i feel stuck. i procrastinate. maybe that is lack of ambition. maybe im just tired. maybe it is all three or none of the above. sometimes it is sadness.

    nice write. wish you would do it more often.

    • I told my friend I might relocate to an area that is rather expensive as far as cost of living. Hey. YOLO. I do things for the experience, not for the money. My friends are all very encouraging except for this one. Oh well. We’re all different. I am glad you take time to enjoy and even to feel sad at times. Thanks for reading. I enjoy writing and agree I need to do it more often.

      • im also thinking of relocation to an area that is expensive. that one may have experience of doing what you are thinking of doing and had a very negative outcome and does not want the same for you. i hope what ever you do is good for you and that you are happy. as this is all i want for myself. 🙂

  2. I think ambition is related to risk taking. Risk takers are a breed unto themselves and it could very well be genetic! The unambitious are content with “things as they are” where the risk takers are always willing to find out what is beyond the horizon… The problem is when an ambitious person wants to take a risk and because of obligations to another person (non-risk taker) feels stymied. Eventually resentment sets in….

  3. This is a friend who pushed me to pursue high studies . I succeeded but him not, unfortunately.
    I have well understood the rhythm given by the usual little sounds helping your meditation.
    Love ❤

  4. I love the way you write. How succinct and provocative your words and emotions are and how they spill out on this screen. What a gift!
    Personally, i think ambition in a person is secondary to the inherent nature of the genes of the family. Yeah i think it is genetic. Hands down.

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