Music

As long as I'm listening to music, I can forget, for the briefest of moments, about the outside world. I can lose myself in the rhythm, and let the voices take me for the most wondrous of rides. It doesn't even necessarily matter if I don't understand the lyrics. The emotions are there, and at the end of the day that's what really matters. That raw strength, the enthusiasm, the sorrow, the joy, it's all there in the best of songs, and whenever I can glimpse that sort of feeling behind the words, it sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the world anew. Listening to this art, flowing through my speakers, I cannot help but be amazed and thankful that, despite it all, I was fortunate enough to have found these brief moments of clarity, and been able to appreciate it for what it is.

It's somewhat depressing to finally realize what I've wanted to do with my life so late into the education game. I suppose it's not financially feasible to go back and start the degree over as a music major, but hopefully I won't need it. I just... I don't want to just be a music enthusiast. I doubt I'd be able to create anything remotely remarkable, but... maybe if I can bring this music to a wider audience. Purge the tired lab tracks and revitalize the music scene. Bring back to feeling, the substance. I don't quite know how this desire will translate into action, but... I want to make this happen.