The quiet seems to have hit a chord. There was a time when quiet was alive and well. There was a time when quiet was better understood. Appreciated. Respected. Cherished. Now it seems that it is just that place you have to get through to arrive at the “important, good stuff” .. Nothing could be further from the truth.
We need quiet. Our body craves it. Our soul yearns for it. Our mind fights against it since we forgot how to stop the chatter. Maybe that is why Crossfit resonates with me. Although it is extreme it takes me to a quiet internal place thst needs to be visited. Maybe that is why the mountains on a motorcycle means so much to me. It is traveling through nature without interruption. No calls. No radio. No conversation. Just the moment in time.
Crazy has crowded out calm. Nonsense has pushed aside silence. Mediocrity has drowned out quality. Isn’t it time to let calm, silence and quality back into our life. Have you forgotten who you are. Have you longed for your own friendship again.
Let me hear more about your journey to the quiet zone in time where you reconnect with yourself and your other fellow seekers of contemplation.
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