My Quiet Place Essay, Research Paper

My Little Quiet Place

Back home in South Carolina, my quiet place was a cabin my

grandfather owned in the woods. He would take me out there to hunt and

fish. The place was so quiet, you could hear the quietness. It’s the sound of

a tone that settles in your ear. As I got older, I use to go there to get away

from the city and city problems. I miss that place.

A quiet place is something everyone needs regardless if they think so or not.

To some, it may be their bedroom or bathtub, or any secluded place. My

quiet place here and now is Piedmont Park.

Now that I reside in Atlanta, Georgia, Piedmont Park is a decent quiet

place. Every Sunday I would go out to Piedmont Park and relax. It’s a

peaceful place in such a busy city. I would find a secluded shaded area.

Every Sunday was the same routine, I would prepare the night before. I

would pack in a sack, a little blanket, a few Sade CDs, and a blunt. Lying

there under the clear blue sky, smelling the fresh cut grass, and the sweet

smell of honeysuckle would take me into a trance. There would be couples

picnicking, and families barbecuing, there would be masters walking their

dogs, and kids throwing Frisbees. I would think about the previous week

and prepare myself mentally for the coming week. I would sit there for

hours just relaxing and vibing on Sade. I think about all the time I have

wasted. I think about how we all take time for granted.

I remember one time I thought about time as a bank. Each day we are

credited $86,400 or 86,400 seconds. Every day we have to spend all of that

money, you can’t save or invest the money. To understand the value of a

day, ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature child one day to

early, to understand the value of an hour, ask someone who is waiting for a

vital organ. To understand the value of a minute, ask someone who has

missed the bus. To understand the value of a second, ask someone who has

just been through a car accident. To understand the value of a millisecond,

ask an Olympic silver medalist.

Time is just one thing I think about in my quiet place. I try to accept

the past and prepare for the future. Family, health, future endeavors, new

friendships, friendships that you know need to end, secrets, ambitions,

goals, and solitude are many things that go through my mind–and the best

thing about it………. no one interrupts you!