Ode to la musica

Thank goodness for good music. If it weren't for music, sometimes I don't know what I'd do. It helps me feel, to experience without the experience. To empathize, to go through what others go through, and to sense what they sense...and to purge myself of feeling when my life is at a low point...to bring emotional catharsis when the weight is too much for me to deal with at the time. My depth of feeling is quite significant. On a somewhat related tangent, on occasion I've been tempted to believe that I could have a condition such as manic depressive disorder. "Maybe you need medicine," my mother told me. HA. I laughed. But maybe? No. I just feel things. Deeply. To the point that I've been accused of being a druggy when I required an inordinate amount of anesthesia to put me out for a procedure...

I say music is my drug, but I'm not kidding. It allows me to access the recesses of human suffering and ecstatic joy by proxy in a way nothing but actual experience can compare to. That is why I love it. I love to empathize, and I love to feel. Deep. Pain, joy, excitement, the works. I love to feel, and I love to experience. Music is my drug.