So people were frowning and full of sadness as they wove their way through the rush and density of footsteps, cursing profanities at the sound of car horns, and getting headaches from the noise of the crowd.
They looked out the window and into the sky, longing for a long, unexpected vacation that would take them to that place where the silence and the lack of people were. And one has to admit:
Noise, it's an integral part of music.
You must want to get away from these sounds that keep repeating themselves all day long, that bore you all day long.
But it never occurred to you that they can be beautiful when you look at them differently.
When you are on the street early in the morning, the roar of the car mixed with the occasional bird song, like fresh light music and post-modern rock collision, a unique flavor. You're walking to your place of work or study to this special "music", and it's a great way to start your day.
When you have just finished work, and have to rush home to eat and rest, or to continue to complete some other work, but unfortunately in a traffic jam at a certain intersection, do not be in a hurry to curse, turn on the music in your car, to give yourself a break from the rush and impatience to find a rest, and listen to a few songs, and take a good look at the sky outside the window. Everywhere the double flash for your music beat, or long or short horn sound for your music to do with the harmony, perhaps the wind outside the window is still gentle, you open the window some, the wind sound fine caressing your ears, your heart some itchy, but also some intoxicated, but also to come to the future and savor, you arrived home.
When you are in a bad mood, perhaps something significant has happened, or perhaps something important has been lost, or people. You don't want to hide alone in the silence, that can really call for more despair and disillusionment. You may as well go to the early morning lively park, where there is more than fresh air and pleasant bird calls, you have to listen carefully; aged pair of old people on the bench gently whispering, their hands clasped each other; and in the sunrise under the practice of tai chi people, their in the place of even the music is gentle to call people do not want to make a sound, their clothes and footsteps very occasional extremely fine sound, seems to be and the wind that Fused into one...; There is also in your ears occasionally swept by the sound of running, accompanied by their either light or heavy breathing; there is also the sound of walking, that sound and the mall in the steps are different, they are powerful, dry; of course, that the park there is also a square dance powerful music, people playing badminton, table tennis, shuttlecock laughter, the distant river may be there is also a man! The yells of practicing voice, the old man of the movement issued by the "hoo! Hoo! Ha! Hey!" The sound of the old man's voice. Don't be bored, they are pleasant and sunny. They can, perhaps, become your strength. Perhaps, in the presence of this strength, you will suddenly perceive your own insignificance, and you will begin to understand how insignificant your troubles actually are.
From another perspective, the existence of noise. Perhaps it also represents the things that suck in our lives. How much we would like to skip over it, and of course, who wouldn't want everything to be all right forever. But I don't think it's a good thing to have everything go your way. If everything went your way, we wouldn't grow from the blows, and the good things would lose their comparative value, and gradually become more and more commonplace, or even meaningless. But you don't have to worry, there is always something subtle in this world that maintains that balance. So everything in this world makes sense.
We grow up, never to understand how much ugliness and cruelty there is in this world. We go through a lot of things in order to know more, to realize and discover the existence of these beauties, to understand what is right and wrong, to avoid the ugly, and even to accept the cruelty.
The world of good and evil, like rain and snow, every trace, all have a meaning of existence. You don't have to hate which day, don't rush to get bored, when you can't escape, you don't have to envision you to which air fresh sky blue as water forest, stop, listen to the sound of the world, as well as your own. Then everywhere, will be the forest.