What Music Has Taught Me

I shouldn't bother asking everyone. I don’t think there is a need to question your thoughts about music because, hell yeah we all love to listen and sing songs.They have been there, even before we have set our eyes to light. We have, of course, memorized kindergarten songs and I believe we still remember parts of it. We always sing along when we hear a familiar one on the radio or on a friend who thinks she’s Ariana Grande or someone. It’s funny how certain songs could mean something else, something important to us; like a memory of childhood, a story of an experience, or a metamorphosis that completes us. For me, it’s something that must be tattooed on my system to help me remember that life is a series of tunes and we are ought to live life as the tunes go high and low. I’m just kidding, songs remind me of my mother.
I don’t actually know how it happened, but there is a memory of my mother singing that kept me bothering. It’s weird how, at some points of life, I tried to remember how my mother would look like when she starts a song, or when she would come to hit the high notes. I would imagine how she would go enunciating all the words perfectly, as if she was reading a children’s story to kids.Well, she was a kindergarten teacher, so yeah, that describes her a lot. But in the end, all I could hear was her voice. My visions of her was nothing but a full-versed song.

Songs express various emotions; love, joy, sorrow, lust, booze. 

Even if it's too mainstream, or even if it’s too loud or too slow, we listen to them and appreciate them and somehow, we tend to connect them to our daily lives (when we kiss, when we shit or when we bite someone’s nipple in a romantic date in a dark alley). Whatever that is that makes us feel like our life has meaning, it comes to the conclusion that, probably, you believe that life is somewhat a link to everything, and I think this becomes an artist’s strength– the connectivity of all. And I think that explains how a singer would note love or happiness, or heartaches, or sex, or drugs too often in their lyrics.

Let us go back to the post title now, shouldn't we?

Music has really taught me everything. It not just teaches me how to memorize a favorite line, it also connects me to realize that every song in the world, has its ending. Sad or happy, I don’t care. As the song is ending, we are anticipating for what song to play next. But even if we try to play every single song in the world, we couldn't stop to think that it all comes back to the beginning. All the memories we happen to create would be explained by one single beautiful song and that taught us to sing along, even if sometimes, we just can’t get the lyrics right.
Mother always sings Carpenters songs. That may explain how I could get close to the idea that she was by far, the greatest woman of my life, just as I hail that Carpenters songs were the best love songs, yet.