I love music, and who doesn’t. To me it is one of the most beautiful forms of expression. Music is a big part of my life. To an outsider it may not seem like it. I don’t sing, I don’t play any instruments. Due to my reserved nature, when I am asked about my music taste, my answers are usually vague and evasive.

But actually music means a lot to me. I don’t know if this a peculiarity for me, but to me music is life. And I don’t mean that vaguely. I have a habit of associating songs to a particular moment in my life, to a particular thought, to a particular conversation. And when that stage of my life has passed and I listen to the song again, everything comes back to me. The way I felt, the thoughts that crossed through my mind in those moments. It is something beautiful really. It is better than a photo album.

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I would love to play the piano!

I have a lot of songs in my playlist, some of them make it to be a piece of who I am. I usually don’t realize which songs are the special ones until the moment have passed. Not all the memories that I have associated with songs are good ones, some of them are painful. And I suppose music has been my way of dealing with that. Listening to a song associated to a painful memory ironically is not, well … painful. It is actually hard to explain. It is like a sense of calmness tinged with melancholy. It makes me reflect on life

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Hey, so this is my first article. I’ve been thinking about writing here for a while, but you know… life.
Anyways, I don’t even know if anyone will read this but it is 1am, I couldn’t sleep, my mind was racing and my fingers were itching to write so… I am so going to cringe when I read this later

btw, images not mine, just saying