I have spent the past two days dumping a ton of music into my brand new laptop... 6 gigs worth to be exact. And I plan on adding more because - quite simply - I'm addicted to it. Sure, there are skeptics out there (who shall remain nameless) who just don't understand how music can play such an important role in the life of a person who doesn't know how to read music or play an instrument. But if you could ever envision such a person, it would be me.
I eat, sleep and breathe music. To this day, I still can hear a song and place it to a specific memory. I've got a song for every feeling and every thought. It gets me through everything. And the music selection ranges from the "F-yeah!" to the mellow -- a complete hodgepodge to perfectly reflect what my life is like (which is currently a huge, jumbled mess).
You see, I'm like my hard drive. Things constantly get dumped on me, until the day when I reach my capacity. That's when I begin to purge myself of all the things that just aren't necessary in my life: negativity, uncertainty, stress... until there is more space for it to come sneaking back up on me again. It's a vicious cycle. This is why I rejoice through song. It calms, comforts, frees, and uplifts me to get me through this complicated path we call -- LIFE. Anyone who would trade something that has the power to do all that for something else is crazy.
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