Music and Podcast

I stopped listening to music for quite some time now. For someone who dissects every word in every statement of a verse, the story of a song is not being helpful at this time of my life. I remember people. I remember scenarios. I create scenes. I open my wounds. And since I cannot help myself from being cognitive about every intent of each stanza, I’d rather quit listening to music which I once loved and rather move on to something which can actually help me.

Then I discovered Podcasts.

It feels like I have friends talking around. It brings back the feeling that I truly miss. It gets me to a place where I cannot go to right now. It nourishes my brain with things I don’t have at present. It takes me back to the days when my self is full, absent bottles of beer.

I guess this solitary will take some time to vanish, if fate will permit. But good thing there is technology and innovations to cover up. There are friends and some family members, who may not be physically there, but at least try to reach out. There’s food to entertain and extra finances to provide comfort. There’s hope even in the shakiness. A loving kid and a treasured assistant. There’s life.

I’m still lucky.