Noise. 

We hear noise.

We ignore noise. 

We don’t hear noise until it is silent. 

My kids make so much noise throughout the day while I’m doing house duties and I’m okay with it. It is the key indicator for me that I’m being productive while they are being safe and alive. My worries begin rise the moment I hear silence. Something is wrong. 

As I race to see what’s happening a million thoughts come to my mind in that short period of time of getting to where they are. One of them pooped and is now coloring on the walls with it. Someone is naked and is now peeing all over their room. Where is my phone? Dang it! They called my boss again. I really hope they weren’t pretending to love each other while their hate and jealousy for one another festered and boiled over to the point they had cage match to the death. I really wouldn’t be able to explain that to the facebook parents that know how to be perfect parents all the time. It’s actually pretty weird that I don’t think about how I am going to explain bad news about my kids to my wife, their mother, before explaining to doctors and social media. This is a perfect reminder of what to talk to my therapist about this coming Tuesday. Anyways, by the time I get to them they are usually hiding under a crippled blanket fort and pretending to swim, while skating and jumping up and down in muddy puddles. I love their wild imaginations! 

As a society we have gotten so accustomed to noise that some of us don’t know how to function without it. The noise of social media, success, money, being a good parent, false appearances, work, and the list goes on. What if the things that are truly significant are found in the silence? I would have missed out on a beautiful moment with my girls using their imaginations to play together if there would’ve never been silence. 

I’ll speak for myself on this and I hope others can relate and that this will help. I’ve spent valuable time doing things that I thought were important and worth something special because that was the status quo of my job or the standards of social media. In the end it wasn’t what I wanted or who I wanted to become. I’ve learned that even though I may have the ability to do a job, it doesn’t mean that it is the job I’m supposed to take on. 

Now, I am on a journey and a search of significance. I want to live a life of purpose on purpose. I honestly believe that is my generations heart’s cry, a search of significance. An SOS if you will. There is something greater for me that I haven’t attained yet. I not only believe that for me, I believe that for you too. There is something greater than our jobs, how society defines us, and the noise confines us to. SOS.