Billy Momo #14 – love of music.
by Oskar Hovell
I wouldn’t say I love music. For me, music is love.
If you got kids, you probably know the simplest, purest if you will, kind of love. Uncomplicated in the way it never changes, never fades, whatever happens. You probably have experienced how you can hurt your knee by seeing your kid fall. How you can feel rejected from watching your kid try and fail to get noticed. How you can feel the disappointment when the store was out of chocolate ice cream.
And if you don’t have kids, you very well may know it anyway through siblings, lovers or very good friends.
There is nothing we human beings want more than for other human beings to feel what we feel. And we can make it so! We can communicate without words or even body language, straight from one heart to another. And the information we get is so complicated, so detailed that we could often never explain it.
There are only two ways that I know of to do this. Either you just love someone and it comes naturally. Some sort of emotional telepathic super skill that either evolves with your relationship or just kicks in like a cannonball to the gut the day the little rascal is born.
And the other way is art. All kinds of it. Both ways equally magic, and in all that matters the most to us, the same.
We share things with each other that we can’t explain. We feel what they feel. We’re closer than we should ever be able to get and we can’t explain how.
If that ain’t love, I don’t know.
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