The power of music

Whenever I do something like cleaning, going on a run or things of the like I always listen to music. I’ll put on my favorite playlist and pick a song that fits whatever mood I’m feeling or thing I’m doing. I tend to frequent happier, more upbeat songs but sometimes I’ll binge listen to sad songs that make me want to cry and eat a pint of ice cream. That’s the best thing about music. There’s a song for every emotion felt on a daily basis. When holding a conversation with someone in an attempt to avoid awkward silence they might ask what kind of music I like and I always tell them I like what I like and if I don’t like it then I don’t. That means that I might like any song of any artist or genre. Just to show them how diverse my playlist is I’ll say it consists of different artists that range from AC/DC and Nirvana to Shawn Mendes and Alessia Cara. I find new songs in new ways every day. I might be scrolling on tiktok or the home screen on youtube and just click on a random one that I think I might like. I grew up on music. It was always my escape. I liked to notice the different sounds of the songs I listened to, the changes in the notes, the chords and the feelings I get from listening to the story that’s being told in the song. I’m not the most musically inclined person in the world but I notice the little things. One more thing I love about music is sharing it with other people. Some may not like my choice in music and that’s perfectly normal but there are others that do like it. I like to share my music with people because I think they might like it too. Although this isn’t always the case. When I feel sad I instantly deviate to my sad playlist. I’ve never been good at talking about how I feel with anyone so I use sad songs as a sort of relief so I don’t have to get all teary eyed. My playlists are packed with refined songs by incredible artists from as old as Sinatra to newer artists like Shawn Mendes or Megan Thee Stallion. All incredible songs by great artists. For context, when I was growing up I was bullied by my own cousins. I remember one day I was sitting in a class and I saw Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara and I just sat there and cried until the whole period was over. I like finding new songs and assigning them to playlists. It helps to put my mind at ease. I’d say my taste in music has been more inclusive over the years. Twelve year old me would never listen to the same music that twenty two year old me plays. When I hear a song, I listen to the words, the background instruments, the changes in notes, the artists’ voice, how it makes me feel and the layers. I try to understand how the song relates to me if it does. When it comes to music I process things differently than most people. When I lost my grandmother a couple years ago, I dedicated Calum Scott’s song you are the reason to her by getting it tattooed on me. She was my reason. Everything he sings in the song is how I feel about her. The day she died was by far the worst day of my life. Despite it being a beautiful song, when I hear it it brings me to tears. It reminds me just how much she meant to me and how much I miss her every day.