Inspiration is a wonderful state, as we are most productive and joyful when inspired.
In a way, our whole life is searching for that particular state of inspiration we have come to call ecstasy.
It is difficult to tell when it will come, arduous to predict when it will leave, yet it is a soulful feast nonetheless.
When in the realm of inspiration, ordinary objects can seem phenomenal and the slightest details can be observed (Cannus 64).
Music is my companion for life, my indicator of mood, my best adviser, and my own little world.
I would never call music a hobby, as I cannot imagine my life without my favorite music.
In this life-long race for the extraordinary to excite us, though, we sometimes get tired of searching.
When life induces too much stress, too much noise, and too much rush, it is wondrous to put your headphones on, click play on your favorite playlist, and close your eyes, giving way to music. It takes a discerning listener to classify a particular song, as it may have strains of several music trends.
There were many cases when music sent shivers down my spine, so honest and strong were the tunes, so powerful the memories they awakened.
I am sure it happened to everyone at least once, that a strong memory is somehow linked to a certain song or tune and whenever you hear it playing, you travel back to that situation in your thoughts, able to experience that it again (Connors 65).