NOise.

No.

That’s the root word of noise.

Which leads me to believe that noise is the sound of no.

Noise is what no sounds like.

Noise happens when the tempo of life doesn’t match the rhythm in our chest.

And no is the only thing fear knows to say.

No is the anthem, ballad, chorus, melody, and crescendo of fear.

We don’t necessarily choose to make or offer noise to the world on purpose, but it will be our offering if we don’t first acknowledge and say yes to the light inside of us, our holy hum, and our forever struck chords.

I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to ever take back a yes.

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