When words fail, music speaks

I remember when I was around 15-16, I was having some kind of depression and anxiety that it led to the decline of my mental and physical health. I couldn't sleep at night and I always have bad feelings about things. The reason to why I was in such a bad contidion is that I was surrounded by too many extroverts (I didn't have knowledge about personalities back then). I didn't know which personality I have so I unintentionally described myself as an extrovert since they are the dominant. After realising that what personality I have, I started spending time with myself by listening to music, watching films, and reading books. It led me to have gotten into music so much that it became my hobby to just sit down and listen to music.

When talking about music, there need to be a specification to which genre is being discussed since there are so many and each of them express different emotions toward the listener. Dan Mulligan said that you can tell a lot about a person by what's on their playlist. Each of us have different tastes in music, similar to when you prefer eating cheeseburgers rather than salad. For me, I love listening to music that gives solitude and the happiness of being in the moment. Music plays a huge part in my life where. Music has been a part of my life as far as I can recall, since marching band playing parade drum in kindergarten, clarinet class in high school, and classic guitar in college. Although I wouldn't call myself a musician since my skills are not even close to those who play at the pub, I would definitely consider myself a music enthusiast.

Music have some sort of power that one cannot imagine. It can cheer you up to dance and sing so loud you lost your voice on the next day, or it can go further beyond, creating an oasis of serenity amidst the noisy world that you will appreciate the tranquility more than ever. And that's when the magic happens.