On Music — I'll Leave You Notes.
Music and you.
Sometimes you sit somewhere listening to a song. A mish mash of chords, drums and beautiful singing voices. It could be soothing. It could be chaotic. It reminds you of something. A feeling. Something you've felt before, but the memory eludes you. Like an old friend knocking at the door. Like walking throw an old path.
As you listen, deep inside, you know something is putting another unfamiliar thing in place. Things you don't understand. Could be love, misery, happiness or deep despise of existence.
You feel it but you don't care. Eyes closed. You watch your world spin and spin round its axis. Just you and the entirety of being. All in one place.
It reminds you. The times when things are bad. The times when your smiles were wider than a loved one's warmest embraces. When the universe and it's elements were riding hard for you. When their plans for you is bigger than their own capacity.
It reminds you of folks and stories passed down to you. It reminds you of this bittersweet concoction called life. The cries, the smiles and the despair. It is what it is. A mixture of elements, who individually, shed the best part of itself to make a beautiful whole.
Music.
It encapsulates your world. Shrinks memory into a simple definitive moment, then leaves you elated, deflated or defeated — Whichever one you face. It sure takes you somewhere. Round and round in this oblivion called life. Chaotic, complicated, haunting, boring yet beautiful, exciting, crazy, still as a spring and quiet and bizarre like an old library.
No matter where life leads you. Within or outside yourselves, you always have music.
Listen. Embrace. Enjoy it.
You only have yourself.
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