A Thousand Whispers

When you stand under a waterfall you can't hear anything except the pounding water against your well-tuned ears. A flourish of a thousand whispers imploringly narrate their story to you of a thousand miles. Fortunately for you, you can't hear a thousand whispers at once. When you're under a waterfall, you can't be bothered with the individual stories of a thousand whispers. When altogether, they are only one soothing hush. Unfortunately for you, the world is no waterfall. And while there are plenty of whispers, there are also shouts and taps and bangs and sniffles and clicks and breathes and whirs and smacks. And the sounds of the real world have no desire to tell you their story but only to exist. Only to latently rile you. People should be more self aware. People should look up for once. People should think about others around them more often. People should shut the hell up. Remember the last time you were anxiety free for a whole day? Yes no no the barista was chewing gum. Further back? Yes yes no your friend wore high heels. A bit more? Your 16th birthday. Concert tickets, swimming at the lake, karaoke, and your mom made your favorite for dinner with the family. Oh. right. Dinner with the family will always do it for ya. No pasa nada. While everyday may have a fraction of anxiety, and every hour a fraction less, count all the times when everything has been okay. There must be more moments of “i'm content and nothing is wrong” than “I wish I was standing under a waterfall”. Your life is a negative of the night sky, a dazzling star dotted with points of acute darkness. I wish i could stand under a waterfall all day long but i'm no mermaid and id get water in my ears. But maybe then i wouldn't hear.