When singers pour their emotions into a song, the listeners tend to pour in theirs as well. However, the emotions expressed and those felt are seldom exactly the same. We don’t always feel their pain – as much as we imagine theirs, while we are reminded of our pain or aggravate it. Do we love some songs for what they say, or do we love them for what we think they say, and how they make us feel – even if it is melancholy? Whenever a song seems to resonate with me in tune, I would google for its full lyrics – to see if it really connects. More often than not, the words are not close to what I imagine them to be. Sometimes, they seem much ado about nothing; inane. In the description of my ‘favourite music’ in Facebook, I wrote – ‘The poignant dark majesty of the likes of Depeche Mode, Radiohead, Dave Gahan… for reflection about Dukkha, because the cheerier side of life don’t really need to be sung (that much) as it is already chirpy.’ I’m guilty of melancholy at times too. But once I’m mindful of it, I think – what I can’t reflect over meaningfully and write about, I should renounce attachment to – simply because it is pointless. Why hum or sing a sad song to romanticise or immortalise your pain? Why cling to your wounds? This doesn’t help to heal them. Often, just letting go of the pain is enough to help it heal.
Related links:
Equanimity : No Extremes
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Life is Painful?
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