Yesterday, for the first time in a loooong time, i forgot to bring my music to school.
I usually bring my music player becuase the commute is long and i study at school sometimes.
But i didn't yesterday.
Once i discovered me precious was left at home. I suddenly felt a sense of devastation. Me needed me music. Then i started feeling sad, and discouraged, JUST because me didn't have me music.
Then i realized, why am i so dependent on music to make me pass time? It's not like i'm intently listening to it for the FULL hours i'm travelling and studying.
i think i'm too use to music filling up in my head, and i have neglected some quiet time for meself. It's not the kind of "quiet time" where i'm sitting down reflecting, but sometimes even when i'm alone, and just walking around, it's my kind of reflection time...but music occupies it at times. So it was good that i didn't have music.
And the fact that i didn't bring music shouldn't have had the "crushing" impact, because after all, it's just music.
Well, i love it, but just one day without it did not mean it's the end of the world.