What I've Been Missing

I've forgotten how much I love music. There's something about the way a song can take you far away--to the forgotten past or to a new place that hadn't existed up until that exact moment. I like sad songs, slow songs, fast songs, loud songs. I revel in the sounds, the lyrics, and the voices. I could be having the worst day of my life and all I'd have to do to put a smile on my face is to turn on some Nujabes or some Yiruma. All depends on my mood. I used to scour the internet trying to find the next song I'd wake up in the morning singing to. I've somehow lost that passion. Some of my best friendships were formed over listening to songs and music-talk. It was a way of life, trading music. I remember going to see new bands play, good or bad, it was the experience of music that I was after. I was reminded again recently, of how much music means to my life.

My friend Travis and I were driving to a friend's house, and I was sitting passenger, something that is more rare now than it was before. I was able to put my feet on the dash (don't judge me), and close my eyes while "Let Her Go" by Passenger (how ironic) played. Windows rolled down, the Hawaii sky above, clear and bright---I was transformed, transported back into a time that I had long put away. I can tell you that I'd love to be the passenger of a Nissan Sentra all my life if I could listen to music and sail through the glowing night always. I missed that feeling and am grateful for that night---to remember, to recollect and to be back to where I once was.

I'll never let you go again, I promise.