THE INSPIRING SOUND OF SILENCE

I LOVE MUSIC. And most of the time I like it loud. I love to be engulfed in the surround sound of my favorite songs so I feel as if I'm inside the music or hearing it live at a club or concert hall—even when I'm at home or driving around town. I love my music so much that I want to share it with the whole world! This desire may seem good-natured enough, but it became problematic when I was living in an apartment in New York City, and I received noise complaints—namely, obscenities screamed out the window and nasty notes from next-door neighbors.

At first I felt defiant. I hadn't been playing music late at night. And it wasn't as if I were playing offensive music; most of my favorite CDs were songs that I had sung with my college gospel choir. But then one of the notes mentioned that there were people in the building who worked night shifts and needed to sleep during the day when I often wanted to share my favorite songs full blast. I felt chastised and humbled, realizing I needed to reassess my actions.

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