A Room of One's Own

There is so much noise around us. The noise of work, that we take with us after the working hours, in our houses, in our beds, in our dreams, or in our insomnia. The noise of modern life, of struggle – to have our own house, our own car, to pay all the bills. The noise of loneliness and the noise of shallow people. 

I try to hear my own voice in all these noises. I try to focus on something that I once believed in, I try to find time for myself, for that dusty room inside myself. Time for reading, for writing, for thinking of other things than the mundane.

Modern people seem to lack this room. Most of us get home with that baggage taken from work – how should I fix that? What should I do with that problem? I still have to send some emails, give some calls (from my time) ... and in this tiredness that never seems to end, we get lost in all kinds of diversions, from glasses of wine to watching Netflix, knowing that in the morning we start all over again. 

 

We want a room of our own. Not for cleaning, cooking or arranging stuff. A room in front of the sea, where we can listen to and see the waves, where we can feel them on our skin. A room for our dreams, for our souls, a room where the term work should not enter. A room to gather our strength, where we can focus on us, a room where we could breathe. And live.