I used to wish I had the kind of college experience where I could focus only on school. But I’ve learned that my own path matters too. Learning keeps me active, grounded, and growing, reminding me that progress isn’t always about perfection but about persistence.

Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.

Sometimes it’s not the lyrics or the artist, it’s something about the sound itself. For a few minutes, you just feel alive again. That rush is called frisson, the moment music slips past all your reasoning and just makes you feel. It’s not just sound, it’s connection. A reminder that your capacity to feel deeply is still there, even when it hides.