while flipping through random radio stations, i came across a carson daly countdown. i let it play because it was something other than rap, which i love, but gets old when the radio plays the same 5 songs over and over. i also didn’t want to connect my phone because sometimes i like when i’m not in control of things. at times it’s better when someone else plays songs i like rather than when i play songs i like. i don’t know the psychological reasoning behind that, but it’s something i know that happens to me. as i’m listening, it’s pop music, but pop music that reminds me of g105 and 98.1 back home. i used to listen to this type of music growing up, specifically around the holidays. it reminded me of autumn, leaves changing colors, going back to school, dressing in layers, the state fair, and being youthful. with the weather being chilly, i put the windows down and enjoyed my car ride in solitude. it almost brought a tear to my eyes what i was feeling. i haven’t felt this way in years. i felt connected to the universe, inspired by what was, yet living in the moment being present enough to embrace what is. montages of random memories flashed bringing goosebumps to my arms that i could see from the reflection of the headlights of oncoming traffic. although it only lasted a few moments, it was a wonderful experience.
we deserve to have life feel like this more often.
-ratha, 10:12pm, 9.6.20