Sometimes when it's quiet there is a part of me inside that echoes "you were made for this." For the stillness. I was not made for the noisy, clamorous, clanging world. Often what is seen as my dramatic reactions to loud noises is actually my inner musician proclaiming to the world to turn off the bass drum.
T.S. Eliot touches on this in his poem East Coker part V.
Here and there does not matter We must be still and still moving <---(He really gets it right here) Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion
..."We must be still and still moving."
TS (I'm taking a chance calling him that) perfectly describes that dichotomy of life. I must be able to carry that quiet, content peace with me as I'm moving, juggling, and seeking in this often cacophonous, slightly out-of-tune symphony directed by Life. Again...
...interesting enough the bible talks in detail about being still and knowing that He is God. Sounds like humans have been working at and pondering this for ages.