The thing about my thought process is it does not seem to want to rest. Whether it’s the unsustainability of our garbage disposal system or the way this guy in front of me at the jeepney is scratching his balls, my brain seems to be subconsciously trying to analyze and interpret everything.
Most people would say this is a good thing. But they’re not the ones experiencing my dreadful anxiety for all the world problems I could rationalize but cannot even begin to solve.
And this is why I love music. It distracts me from my mind. It keeps me sane. It prevents me from getting lost in this black hole that is my head where all light is drawn in and nothing escapes.