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I Hear a Bell

Sometimes when I sit in the silence for long enough I can start to hear a tiny little bell. I wonder what that means?

There are sayings that will tell you that if you hear a bell that it means that someone you are meant to marry is nearby. The issue I have with that is I know who I want to marry and they are usually just close to me in general. So I have decided that I have enough facts to debunk this.

I wonder again if it means that something, good or bad, is coming my way. There are not too many bland and straightforward answers that can provide me with any relief. What happens within me is a jumble of this and that and things that make no sense. It’s all hazy until it isn’t, or something like that.

This bell rings always in the same tone. Small, loud and sharp. Do you remember in school when we had to take those hearing tests? The ones that would send a loud beep into your ear and if you could hear it you would raise a hand, depending on the ear? That is the bell I hear.

Sometimes I wonder if I raise my hand and acknowledge the bell then maybe it will stop. If I give this bell more meaning than what it actually holds maybe I will get it to leave me be. If I humanize the sound in my ears than maybe the sound will become so loud, deafening me for just a moment, until it finally fades away.

I can hear the bell when I am worried. I can hear it when I am sad or mad or even placated. It does not matter when or where I am, the bell is more than that. The bell is almost a beacon now. When I am alone, which is rare, I listen out for it. I want to hear it because it calms me to know that in a world that is ever changing at least I can still hear the bell.

When you type into google “I can hear a bell ringing” it tells you maybe you have ruptured your eardrum. This, like most things, is the WebMD example. You know when you have a headache and all of a sudden you realize you have 3 out of 4 symptoms for a brain tumor? Well I apparently have 1 out of 1 symptom for a ruptured eardrum.

The thing is I am not hearing this bell all of the time. I hear it when I think hard enough, when nothing is around me and I have no other option but to listen for the bell to avoid being alone in my own whirlwind.

As I write this, as I think about all of this, I realize me and this bell are close. We are friends and we are the only two things in my life that are constant. My own self is a constant because no matter when or where or who, I am going to be this same self. The bell in a constant because it rings when I need it, comes when I fear the silence, nothing else has ever held onto me that closely before.

This one is for you bell, and your damn imaginary ringing.

Opinions.

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One of the most obnoxious things is probably a person who tends to push their opinions onto you. It’s perfectly good to have an opinion and to feel passionate about it, but the line needs to be draw somewhere. When it comes to the point where every time someone says something you are trying to back it up with some strange fact list that seems to only come in your opinions favor, you have an issue. It’s time for an opinion intervention, because you are not always going to be right. Your feelings toward an issue are not the only ones, and that should not be hard to understand. 

Where I stand in the world I am constantly surrounded only by teenagers who by nature think they are always right. With this territory comes the few that can’t seem to have an open mind for even a second. I guess there are a lot of things that could be to blame for this. Parents are one because in some households an opinion is bred from birth, and everything else almost seems to be a betrayal. Mom and dad spent their entire time parenting making sure they would produce the perfect child who would stand up for everything they believed in, well guess what it worked. So many kids are asked where they stand on politics and other major issues and so many of them answer; “I’m not really into that but my parents say…” and then they proceed to regurgitate years of their parents evidence and reasons. So here stands my second issue with opinions, half of the time they are fueled by an irrelevant fire. 

What is so hard to grasp is that some people can go on for their entire lives not knowing what it is like to learn something from somebody who believes differently then you. It can be thrilling to here the other side of the story. To learn all about something that may have never been a thought to you before. This is by no means telling you to abandon all your views on things, but to take a step back and realize sometimes you don’t have all the facts straight and it is perfectly okay. Be strong in where you lie in life, but never restrict yourself to what you “know” is true. There are so many opinions in the world, and half of them can’t even be touched upon because everyone is to busy protecting their most passionate ones. It’s about a balance, a balance between knowing, learning and accepting.