Everyone’s day begins more or less with an alarm going off, and startling them awake, but not me. I hear an electronic call to be prepared. It tells me to be prepared for the day ahead, and to take advantage of it to the best of my ability. So, I listen. On my daily routine, I brush my teeth. I listen to the bristles grinding on my teeth, but telling a story. They tell the story of a dentist, and I listen to my dentist remind me over and over to brush at least twice a day, and to keep healthy teeth so I don’t regret anything. Breakfast starts everyone’s day more or less, but mine, more for sure. I start my day by listening to my breakfast, by listening to the advice it gives me as it pours from the box into my day, full of nutrients and awareness. It pours these things into my day so not only I, but others around me have a healthy day also. No one’s day is healthy without a healthy attitude. So, I listen.

Driving to school, listening to music, I am listening once again. I hear lyrics, and instruments, and motivated artists who put passion into what they have created to share with the world! Listen to those things though, the notes, subtle, behind the singer, behind the lyrics. Almost like reading between the lines, but now, listening between the notes and arpeggios. The whole notes and quarter rests are heard if you only listen. A familiar story, a story once told before, a story that everyone who lives needs to know, the story behind stories that needs to be heard. Listen, and hear the true meaning of things, because you can’t judge a book by its cover, why is it ok to judge a musical masterpiece by its sheet music? Look beyond life, and listen to what it’s really telling you.

Door shut, shoes padding, door opens to teachers, students, papers ready to be written on. A school, but not a school, a place, a home for students, a home for knowledge. Just listen, you won’t hear pencils moving, students talking, teachers yelling, you will hear knowledge floating around the room, and the faint plucking of students, picking what they need, no, what they want to know right out of thin air. You say knowledge isn’t out there, just listen, it’s everywhere around you, wanting you.

The bell, shuffling, stampede of students headed to class, sitting down, quiet, waiting. Waiting for a teacher to give them the opportunity to learn, and when the teacher talks, you hear words and boredom. When I listen, I hear more than that. I hear the words of what every teacher has told me, and that’s to care. I care about what is being said, but don’t hear what they are saying. I listen to the message of their lesson for the day, and what to take out of it. But what do you really take out of their messages? They are life lessons, nothing more, nothing less.

Class is over, bell rings, school’s out, people everywhere. Where are they going? Home, to listen to their own lives. They too have learned to listen, not to hear, not to look or see, but to listen. Listen to what isn’t being said or heard in music. To listen takes time, you can’t rush it. That is why I listen to everything. I go home and get something to eat. I not only hear the crunching of the food on my teeth, but I hear the T.V. even though it’s not on. I hear the nutrition experts tell me what to eat, how to eat it, and how to stay healthy.

Homework. Annoying, pointless, not wanted, but giving you advice. Listening to the homework, I hear those future college professors not telling me to do homework, but telling me I should’ve done my homework. The less pencil movement I hear, the more I hear my future depleting, my bank account emptying, my salary and stock dropping like the bass of a dubstep song. Listening, I understand that I must do this, and I must do this now.

Bed time. Not set in stone, not anything people look forward to, but needed for it also can be heard. Lying in bed, I listen to the silence, the silence of the end of my day. I hear the accomplishments, the success, the knowledge, the worth fullness of this particular day. I listen to everything that took place, as I want to listen again.

I am awakened by an electronic voice calling to be prepared. It tells me to be prepared for the day ahead, and to take advantage of it to the best of my ability.


So I listen.