the noise is out there for all of us to drowned in. the noise in our surroundings, our staff, our families, all vying for our attention and hard work. all mumbling nonsense at us, filling our minds with directions and orders that keep propelling us in circles. washing dishes while messing them up in the same day, making money to buy more stuff we do not need. then there is the tv and radio, the net with its endless stream of announcements, plays and parodies to fall into. magical images and make believe tragedies that get woven into our own sense of well being. a mixture of thrills and cries that consume our lives as we wait at traffic lights, relax over a meal or settle down into our daily task. moving pictures, waves and waves compounding our otherwise silent time.

our dreams are also relentless. a never ending urge to be there or here, to get where we are currently not at. to progress to another stage in a game we have lost direction on the board we thought was clear. a quest of then and when, constantly looking backwards and forwards, so hard to keep the here and now. each moment waiting for the next, wasting our most precious commodity while figuring out ways to prolong it elsewhere. we spend our other energy on mundane task we set aside to accomplish on our own, building a collection of trinkets or tending to a garden that keeps shedding leaves or growing in a direction we otherwise wish it would not. physical reminders that we were at least here, if not for our own acknowledgement.

on this sunday i speed up and slow down, eat three meals and throw myself into a few possible friendships and business matters. i call my family, type my thoughts, brush my teeth and study a bit. i push forward in the game of life, playing against an hourglass of sand that will run out one day and my game will be over. until then i will keep looking at the pieces and trying to make sense of the rules. ill build my houses on my plots in the board and help my fellow friends and family move along with me. ill keep passing go and collecting paper money to trade to others playing their own game, with their own noise filling them up with this and that.