Music

Music. What do you want me to say about music? A particular band I used to be obsessed with (still am, at the back of my head) sang, “Music’s in my soul. I can hear it, everyday, and every night. It’s the one thing on my mind.” And they were right. Music IS in my soul. Music is my safe haven. Music is my stress buster. Music is life.  In fact, I was listening to music while I was writing this. I’ll probably be listening to music (albeit in my head) right now, as you read this. I can’t go a day without listening to music.  

No matter what mood I’m in, the music I’m listening to matches it. When I’m annoyed, or sad, or just irritated, I pick up my guitar, strum a few chords, and the music soothes me. When I feel happy, I plug in my speakers to my iPod, play a couple of Thirty Seconds to Mars songs, crack up the volume and sing along at the top of my lungs. When I feel random, and I feel like dancing, I listen artists like Super Junior (Thanks Brasset!), Pitbull, LMFAO, or the very popular Why This Kolaveri Di song. When I’m doing math, or accounts, I listen to music. Music helps me think. Music makes me calm. Music has made me who I am.

Without music, I probably won’t be alive right now. Music is probably more important to me than anything has ever been to me, in all of my existence. In fact, I wake up earlier to watch music award shows live, rather than watch the repeats later, when I’ve never woken up earlier to study. The sad part is, I’ve never been to a concert in my entire life.  I hate myself for that. I promised myself I’d do it before Im Twenty-One, and hopefully, I will.Till then, waking up early will have to do.