Rediscovery

This past weekend, I rediscovered music. It would seem odd that the music director of a radio station has to rediscover music, but I have been so busy it has been nothing but a way to get me through. I had forgotten what it is like to just enjoy music. I've had a little more relaxing time lately -- not that I have time, but because I may punch someone out if I don't just give up on trying to do everything. I have been listening to music, remembering that there is a message and truth behind it. Music has been a part of my soul. Because I am forced to listen to so much music at the station lately it has been nothing but a pain in the ass. I forgot what it is like to sit and let music fill me and give me answers I need to find. Maybe, because I have had too much coffee and tea tonight, that I am like this. Maybe because I am confused between a boy who I have loved for the last decade, a boy I really like but hardly knows I exist, and the boy that could be my perfect match but is already taken by someone else. Maybe because this weekend I was asked multiple times what I am doing after graduation in May, but I have rediscovered that music holds all my answers. I just need to find the right songs in the right order. As my dad was cleaning his room (yes parents still do that too!) this weekend, he found a pair of headphones - probably at least 8 years old and yet they were never opened. I asked if I could have them. Everything is so much clearer now. The sound coming through it amazing. I can hear again. I can block out the world so much better now. It's like I am in my own little world. That's just it though. I don't want to block out the world. I want to share the music. Music is love. Music is perfection. The clearer it is the better.