I tend to gravitate toward sounds of melancholic or tranquil ambiance.
Some question why one would listen to sad songs when already feeling sad.
To me, fully experiencing that sadness is therapeutic.
There’s no need to bury it.
I carefully curate my playlists to suit my emotional needs.
I seek solace in music.
It intrigues me how something intangible can cause a visceral feeling that manifests as something almost physical.
Heartache, for example, is sometimes a sudden sting in your chest’s core that radiates out towards your limbs.
Your breathing pattern changes.
You lose your appetite.
The corners of your lips drop.
Your body feels like it’s failing on you.
Sometimes you lie in bed motionless as time goes by.
Then there’s the pure ecstasy you feel when you’re an adult and you get to be a young girl with your friends again.
The giggling while your feet kick at the dinner table.
The constant jumping around between conversation topics because there’s so much you need to catch up on.
The girls might interrupt each other to side track, but it’s ok because that’s a love language between you all.
The wide smiles as you wave goodbye and say “text me when you’re home.”
It feels like a warm blanket hugging your body when your bare arms have goosebumps from the breeze.
This comfort truly heals the soul.
The physicality of emotions is so fascinating.
What a wholesome outing. For part of our evening walk, we were behind you four. You appeared to be two fathers and two sons all spending quality time together. You two dads engrossed in your conversation, while the boys were in their own. It warmed my heart to see the kids embrace each other in a friendly, playful hug. It’s the small moments like this.