la musica

Listening to music stored years ago in my pc brings some kind of consolation. I suppose it reminds me that some things don’t change. The feelings associated with each track of each album are brought to mind and once more relived. Nostalgia at its simplest form.

I have written other entries while listening to music. Like all other art forms, it has the power to draw from me words I wouldn’t have written normally. Or perhaps I just put importance to these words I write when they don’t mean anything to another person. This is simply an expression of myself, like what I usually do when I am trying to put some perspective in certain things.

If only writing make things better, if only putting to words the feelings make them stronger or go away, if only describing things in writing make them more meaningful… Then life would be a lot simpler and being that a lot more boring, I guess.

So let life be a complex daily struggle of people with different dreams, nightmares, joys and fears. Let life be a manifestation of the miracle that God deemed it to be. Let life be as beautiful as it ought to be, despite the pains and heartaches. Let life be lived to the fullest, no matter how simple or complex it turns out to be.

Going back to the music I’ve come to love all those years make me smile. Now I know that in them I can retrieve some memory, some piece of what I was or who I’ve imagined myself to be. In them I can draw something to write about, things that could be elusive at certain phases in my daily office existence.