In case you so happen to currently be interested in a little food for thought, you’ve come to the right place. In case you weren’t…well…I run a marginally successful blog, you can’t expect me to attend to everyone’s problems. 

Moving on.

I don’t think there’s a single person out there who doesn’t like music. It’s a universal language. Whether it’s music in your native tongue or music in a form of Swahili you can’t decipher from your mother’s left toe, everyone at least knows music when they hear it. No matter what genre you’re interested in, I’ve learned music is good for just about anything. People like music because someone famous is getting paid to say the things that you’re thinking or too afraid to say, when you’re not creative or brave enough to do it yourself. (You could say the same about bloggers, as that’s kind of what I try and do, but unlike musicians, I don’t seem to be getting paid for it yet. Thanks Obama.) No matter what situation you’re struggling with, music is always there, even when people aren’t.

I was inspired to write this blog when listening to one of my new favorite songs, “i hate u i love you” by Gnash. After listening to it for about the seventeenth time since I downloaded it at the gym earlier that day, I started to get sad. I started to get sad because I knew soon, I’d get sick of it because I overplayed it so much. Isn’t it annoying when your new favorite breakup anthem, or all time favorite pump up gym song, or favorite love ballad, suddenly doesn’t get the blood running through your veins and your heart fluttering like it used to? Like when you suddenly play it for the 18th time in a day, it doesn’t have the effect it did the 17th. The words don’t feel the same. Music is kind of like fads. After a while, the novelty can wear off. However, like fads, when you pull them out again ten years later, like your old “fat jeans”, they can suddenly feel surprisingly good again. For every girl my age do the words, “He was a boy, she was a girl,” ring a bell? Of course it does. 

So next time you’re going through a hard situation, put on your favorite classic song, and turn up the volume all the way. Because even if you get tired of the music, like whatever hard situation you’re going through, the song has to end eventually. 

So next time you let things get to you, remember a good song only lasts three and a half minutes.

Happy Monday, I hope everyone has a great week! (But only if you give a crap.)