Once upon a time, I breathed, ate, and drank Music. That’s how much it meant to me.
Back in the college days, I would dedicatedly set aside some time to listen to my favorite songs on my Sony Ericsson Walkman Phone.
Listening to Music meant just listening to music with eyes closed and doing nothing else. It was like meditation to me.
But now, though still it means a lot to me, something has changed. I have grown older and now I listen to music while commuting, while doing chores, etc. Now I don’t devour music with single-mindedness.
Now, in place of water, music has become a juice, you know what I mean?
It’s not as essential to living as it was before. I am wondering why. Does this happen when we grow older? We become less passionate about things, huh?
P.S In the picture is the drum set and bass guitar 🎸 used by the English band Queen for their last studio album Made in Heaven.
