A piece of music from the past can wake up your old self. You can see the old self when you first heard the music, the story of that time, the mood of that season, all ramping up into now, like back-flowing through time, all mixed feelings.
If you can talk to your old self what would you say? There’s always regret, almost but missed turns, and there’s time that seems doomed and totally turn around a corner…a blur, so real you can’t conclude right or wrong, all mixed into perfect proportion and order.
I guess that’s the beauty of life. Like the saying, “Each and everyone of us gets an apple, with a bite at different places.”
Cheers to the juicy apple!