My Search For Silence

I'll sit here in my bedroom where the silence is sometimes deafening (when I have thoughts on my mind that need to be discussed) . As I clear my mind to listen to the silence I realize there is no silence here. The ticking of the old wind-up alarm clock becomes so loud... I feel compelled to move my ''experiment'' to another room. I find a comfortable spot in the bathroom. Sitting on the bench that normally holds the all-important reading material I begin to listen for the silence. It takes very little time for me to realize this is not the room for silence. The sink begins dripping almost as if to mock me and say ''Silence...yeah right! '' I tighten the faucet only to be laughed at by the toilet as it makes it's usual groan while it levels off the water in the bowl. This is surely not the room for silence. I head to the kitchen. There must be silence here. I find it still and quiet until I really listen. The flourescent light above the stove is whining as if to say ''I'm here! '' I turn it off and begin my quest for silence once more. The refridgerator lets out a God-awful noise that makes me jump. It only last a few seconds but it's enough to ruin the mood. I begin to wonder if silence can ever truly be found in a house that is lived in. I go sit in the living room. As I plop down on the micro-suede couch and listen to the music it makes against my flannel pajamas I laugh. Who wants silence? I love the sounds of my life. This house is full of sounds... love, laughter, water dripping, lights flickering, the clocks ticking.... and I'm listening and loving every sound!