Recently, I heard a song that managed to induce the most epic - 'epic', in the true sense of the word - feelings in me. I remember thinking at the time, I want to make my death make a difference. I want my life to matter. I don't know how it did so, but somehow, it invoked a strong sense of patriotism just waiting to burst from me.
For me, songs seemingly collect and store my memories and emotions. I don't particularly focus on the lyrics, or the melody, but more so on how the song makes me feel. I listen to different kinds of music as I go in and out of phases, but when I put my music library on shuffle, I can always remember my exact thoughts at that period in my life, and exactly how I felt about things.
I guess my this makes my iPod almost a massive memory/emotion data bank, but in the form of art.
I also once used my white board to draw a small picture of my last thought every night before sleeping for a month. I look back now, 6 months on, and I can recall the events and every associated thought and emotion of each day.
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just a nostalgic kind of person who also has the capacity to love the present day.
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