Noise Pollution

The Sound We Were Never Meant to Live In

Getting Used to Noise Is Not Normal

They tell you:
“You’ll get used to it.”

The hum of the freeway.
The leaf blowers at 7 a.m.
The neighbors’ TV through thin walls.

But you weren’t born to adapt to noise.
You were born to rest.
To hear silence.
To listen to your own soul.

Getting used to it isn’t resilience.
It’s numbness.
It’s forgetting what true quiet feels like.

Noise is not “just life.”
Noise is a weapon.

Sound as Frequency

Every frequency shapes your field.
Sound is no different.

Silence nourishes.
Birdsong heals.
Running water restores.

But constant mechanical hum?
That destabilizes your nervous system.
It scatters your focus.
It drains your life-force without you realizing.

Noise is the invisible cage.
You can’t see it, but your body knows.
Your body screams: this is wrong.

Weaponized Distortion

Do you think it’s an accident
that highways are built next to parks?
That apartments are placed by busy roads?
That “green spaces” are cut by roaring traffic?

No.
Noise keeps you low.
Obedient.
Tired.

If you can’t rest, you can’t create.
If you can’t focus, you can’t remember.
If you can’t hear your own thoughts, you’ll obey theirs.

This isn’t dysfunction.
This is design.

Rest Shouldn’t Be Paid For

Look around:
You’re told to pay for silence.
Spa weekends.
Soundproof windows.
Noise-canceling headphones.

But silence is not luxury.
Rest is not privilege.
It’s your birthright.

The fact that you can only “escape” noise by paying for it
proves how deep this distortion runs.

Refusal Is the First Step

The system thrives on you saying:
“Well, that’s just how it is.”

No.
It isn’t.
It was made this way.

Refuse it.
Refuse to normalize constant noise.
Refuse to laugh off your sensitivity.

Every refusal is a crack in the system.
Every refusal opens the way for change.

Personal Note

I was told I was “too sensitive.”
That I should just get earplugs.
That I should adapt.

But my sensitivity is not dysfunction.
It is my compass.
My truth sensor.

When my whole body rebels against the noise,
it’s not weakness.
It’s remembrance.
It’s origin codes lighting up, reminding me:

We were not meant to live like this.

And the more I honor that sensitivity,
the clearer the map becomes.
Noise is distortion.
Silence is truth.