Quiet

The incessant screams drown out my thoughts as I try to complete the next sentence of my novel. I try to keep my calm but it is hard to do so in a household in which nobody is capable of speaking in softer tones. From irritant househelps to the kids who are on a holiday break, I cannot find peace and quiet to complete my projects.

I have tried to look for a setting in which I will be able to aptly concentrate on the task at hand. I could name a few places in which I would be more than capable of doing my work without the frivolity of a younger sibling to impede it but such places are hard to reach and I often find my creativity slipping while in these places. I am a contradiction. I desire calm for the writing process and yet I would not mind listening to booming music while writing. I think that my noise has a certain allure to it compared to that of anyone else. In this age of information overload is it possible to find a scintilla of quiet or do I have to scrounge resources to locate a sound proof room? What with all the series, music and news articles cropping up I think that now more than ever the process of contemplation is being neglected. Gone are the days when a child would sit down and get lost in the magical world of books. The end is surely here .


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