Music defines me. For all the moods I have, for all the times that I go through, for all the people I meet. I have a song, a genre of music, an era of music for them all.
When I’m in a mellow mood, I listen to soft music with a slow beat and genuine feel. When I’m angry, you guessed it, I listen to as much Flyleaf and hard rock as I can get.
The more acoustic the song, the more it defines the part of me that is lazy, relaxed, or just wants to tap my feet to a good song. The bouncy, energetic songs bring out the wild child in me that likes to party and jump up and down, dance to the rhythm. Songs that tell a story or evoke emotion are the part of me that needs a reason for life, that wants a resolution, that thinks things through carefully and with understanding. There are whole eras of music that defines the part of my that wants to hold on to the past and refuses to let the memories go. And then there are those songs that just make me genuinely happy. The very essence of the song pulls forth the feeling that everything is okay, a peace in life. It is infectiously beautiful and grabs hold of one blood cell and has a domino effect throughout my whole body.
I think that we all need music. Not as a life source, but as a way to bring out the different parts of who we are. I am one person but with many different things that make me tick. There are many different sides of me. I can be crazy and obnoxious (to those who consider me so); but I can also be shy, withdrawn and quiet. I am a deep thinker and can find the good in just about anyone, but there are moments when I let myself tumble into moments where I am blind to the good attributes of others. I have my blond moments. I have my moments where all I want is to be loved.
In all these moments, I think of a song. I do not always make it a point to do so, but most of the time, a tune pops into my head. Sometimes it is a song I know, sometimes it is one that I fabricated myself. But whatever the case may be, there is always music up there, something to tap my feet to, something to sleep to, something to laugh to, to cry about, to dance to. Something to define me and only me.
Everyone needs a way to know who they are.