[I’m sorry I haven’t posted much this week, school’s been keeping me stressed and busy. I’ll get back to work :)]
Have I mentioned that music is practically my lifeline? I cannot even bring out the words to explain it. Let’s just say I’m in love with it
Music keeps me sane. I always have headphones and music. Anytime. Anywhere. I can’t live without it. It helps me think…I know that for most people it’s the other way around, but that’s me.
[I even have music playing now]
It’s one thing that’s meant for everybody. It’s a common denominator that brings people together. But it’s also beautiful how so many people can sing one song, but give it different meanings, two people sing a song and give it two opposite meanings. For example, a song about a boy who left. To one person, it could mean just that, but to the other it could be about letting something go. It runs around the same context, but there’s such a big difference with the emotions when it’s sung separately by those two people
So, how did I fall in love with music?
It was my first love! Music’s been playing in my house since forever. My parents and I found it as a way to bond. At night, we’d sing till morning, then have the radio playing all day.
I don’t know if this works with other people, but does music help you figure out just what you want to say to this person? Like, this song plays and there’s just suddenly this one person you want to sing it to. Or like, one song that could just about sum up how you’re feeling that day.
Sometimes, music is your best friend, it doesn’t need to go up to you and hug you to make you feel better, but it just understands you and knows how to clear your head, and make you smile again.
Music, I love you ❤