I'm sitting in a local coffee shop across the park from where I live, surrounded by the normal weekend hustle and bustle - people chatting, silverware clanking, and the whirring of the coffee machine behind the bar.

These sounds usually bleed into the background, hidden by their commonplace obscurity, but today, I can't help but notice each and every individual noise.

Sure, it's all a little distracting, but there's also something strangely comforting.

I'm not one of those people who needs complete silence in order to work. In fact, after working out of a co-working center for over three years, I welcome the organized chaos.

It reminds me that, no matter how lonely I sometimes feel working while for myself, I don't live or work in a vacuum. These people around me are also just trying to get by.

Like me, they have their own hopes, dreams, fears, and stories.

If you stop and listen closely enough, you might even get to hear some of them.