"In The Quiet, Deep-Seated Blue Waters..."

Finding serenity that equals this image is almost impossible to attain. It dawned on me today that we're living a life that is full of intoxicating sounds. I must be getting old I muttered to myself. The washing machine on its spinning cycle didn't bother me before. For some mystical reason, everything was a nuisance to me... today.With the washing machine, television, ceiling fans in operation all at the same time plus the dogs barking and the neighbors yelling, I felt like losing my mind to these variable noises. That doesn't even include I-phone ringing constantly and the sirens blasting that was getting into my nerves, too.
 In retrospect, I could have just sat down and prayed to God for peace that passes human understanding. Or just turn off everything except the air conditioner. By the way, it's been muggy & dry, too. For a long moment, I lost my sense of composure. Don't we all have our moments of disentanglement?

How do some of us are so more flexible in adapting the volumes of everyday life? Why do we let ourselves be immune and be accepting about how all of these echoes continue to reverberate in our minds?