I saw Interstellar last week (I think “intense” is the only way to describe it; also, no spoilers here) and there was a scene where one of the characters is sitting on a bunk and puts in a pair of earphones so he can listen to the sound of rain as if it were music. Out of everything that happened in that 2.5-hour epic, that is the scene that has stuck with me since.
The scene in and of itself isn’t anything special visually nor is it climatic point in the movie. The dude’s in outer space for decades, so he misses Earth, etc., and when he hears the sound of rain, it looks as if he’s found some peace and comfort. I loved that moment.
We’ve created so much in our history – stuff and technology, but it has led to so much noise in the world today, and it is so hard to pick out what we should be listening to; we are so busy chasing greener pastures in every facet of life from career to material to people that we often forget where we started or why we embarked on the journey. The noise, the grind, the obscurity all compounds on itself, and it is no wonder one can feel so lost, enraged, or powerless when something (personal or emotive social event) wakes them from the foggy dream.
It’s only in the moments of unadulterated metaphorical silence, a pause from everyday events (e.g., meditation) that one becomes aware and starts feeling appreciation. It isn’t appreciation of anything in particular, but a state of acceptance that everything is exactly how it should be, good or bad. That awareness puts us in tune with all the small things, and maybe it all leads to that feeling about appreciating the small things and not taking things for granted. It very often happens and is most pronounced when something you used to have is taken away. But don’t wait until something happens to find that state of appreciation because when the context changes, you probably have other issues to worry about.