sundown musings

short-term bliss

It's just 2 hours but it will cost us thousands. So if we're not born with a golden spoon in our mouths, why do we attend music concerts?

A lot would say they wanted to hear their favorite artists perform live-would it be the same with the recorded version, better or worse? Or they wanna know how it would feel like to breathe the same air with them and the excitement of knowing you're just meters apart. Add the anticipation of seeing them face to face after spending months of looking at them from your phone screen-are they really tall, with clear skin and angelic features? Bulk of questions running along your mind, as if seeing them would answer it all.

As for me, the reasons stated above depicts only 20% out of 100% why I love going to concerts. I'd say my 80% would be I want my system to be occupied with music only-no unnecessary thoughts, no depressing ideas, no what ifs, doubts and fear of facing tomorrow...just music alone. Or maybe I just want to breathe for a while, be able to scream my hearts out. I don't care if I'm out of tune or my lyrics are all wrong, I choose to sing all these stress away. Jump nonstop until my feet aches, dance as if I'm a lunatic fresh from the mental hospital. I don't care if my dance moves look bizarre, I choose to shake off all my worries away.

I wish to be one with the melodies and rhythm of each song they play. Like the lyrics floating in midair, I wish to be a bubble circulating freely. I want to taste the feeling of freedom...it has been so long since I had it. I already forgot how it tastes like-is it sweet, sour, bitter or maybe it tastes like joy?

I guess what I truly want is a little bit of bliss. A 2-hour break from everything. 120 minutes of just me, myself and I drowning on music.

I guess I'm a sucker for temporary happiness. I'd take it...no matter how short...I just really need a break.

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