In keeping with the post from Tuesday (re: Macro vs Micro), white noise is kind of … intrusive in our lives. More so now than ever before I suspect. Spending time in the tranquility of our own mind and individuality is a tough dream to make real.
That being said, stability would seemingly have become more important – something to protect us from the chaos of the white noise over which we have no control. So we seize upon the commonality of today with yesterday, of activity with routine, of memory with regard. These bring us peace and they shield us from the other reality being thrust into our psyche ad nauseam: we are insignificant in this big world and THAT world isn’t going to bend to us. For if we are insignificant, then what we know becomes paramount. It is survival.
Harsh? Yes. Exaggerated? You tell me.
A byproduct of this becomes a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy when the stability we are accustomed to itself becomes otherwise threatened, as there is the looming spectre of losing the anchor against which we can press and remain tranquil. In this we end up fighting vehemently to hold on to the stability, refusing to see any other way and in the ensuing reactionary fear, cultivate the discord and tumult that we are most afraid of having in the first place. Our most pressing fear now manifest.
Of what, trust?
Change, ironically, isn’t really anything new. With the acknowledged increase in chaotic white noise, we have also to believe that we have seen an increase in the probability that the response to a changing world is one that does not adversely affect our well-being. To the contrary, all things being equal, it often enriches our life thanks to the diversification and, at times, growth, it affords. “Nature finds a way”
And so it is in this resilience that we are more wisely directed to place our hopes for stability. In so doing, our inner peace remains and we can embrace change, come what may.