They say music is an escape—like reading books about the life you wish you had, or watching films that turn your written dreams into moving pictures. Nostalgia hit me like a bookshelf crashing down, and a page flipped open that read, “Songs That I Like,” dated 2010.

The voice that once felt timeless, the band I used to adore when I was a teen—now, hearing them again, but watching them perform alone, something feels… missing. You pause, staring into the distance, feeling that wave of disassociation. You’re all grown up now, and the music you once lived by is tied to moments in your life—whether it was a good time or a tough one.

Music is timeless, yet it carries the weight of your past. You can remember exactly where you were or what you were doing when you heard that song again. It’s the kind of song that makes you float on a cloud, watching the notes dance in the sky. The passage of time creates a longing for something we can’t quite grasp. From watching on a blurry computer screen to holding music in the palm of our hands, we’ve witnessed the shift.

That feeling in your heart when you hear a song you haven’t heard in years—it’s bittersweet. You smile, but the sadness lingers. The difference in the tune, the melody—the era it came from. You can feel the wildness, the freedom, and the life that once was. It was then, and it’s now, but we’ve grown up. The kids today will experience what we did, but with a different soundtrack.

But in the end, music doesn’t really change. It’s just our relationship with it does. The songs may be different, but the emotions they convey, the memories they made, and the way they shape us – that stays timeless. And so, as we grow up, we leave behind a trail of soundtracks of our chapters of life, but we carry them forward, knowing that the next generation will find their own songs to fall in love with, even if it’s to a different tune.

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