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Discuss your favorite place to get lost.
I sit snuggly onto my cozy, familiar armchair and heave a sigh of relief. After a hard day's work, I allow myself to get lost into the world of music. I gingerly place my near-dilapidated set of headphones onto my head and escape reality. Immediately, the music begins with a soothing melody singing me to sleep the first minute and later drags me into a whirlpool of chaos. I drift and nod my head slightly as my music progresses, never ceasing to captivate me. Like a seesaw, my emotions sway from a state of pure ecstasy to one pumped with adrenaline. I often get lost in music: I listen incessantly and lose all track of time. Every time I exit these long listening sessions, I feel like I've undergone catharsis: a cleansing of the mind. Groggily, I take off my headphones and rub my ears. Listening to music before bed puts my mind at ease. Music is like a long, worn path ï some stretches of track are well-paved and structured while others are bumpy and haphazard. Structure and chaos are two conflicting elements that are entrenched in my music ï one follows standard composition while the other deviates from it. Music is an outlet for me to release my frustration and pent-up stress. I run to music. I study to music. I cry to music. I yell in joy to music. I learn from music.
Discuss your favorite place to get lost.
I sit snuggly onto my cozy, familiar armchair and heave a sigh of relief. After a hard day's work, I allow myself to get lost into the world of music. I gingerly place my near-dilapidated set of headphones onto my head and escape reality. Immediately, the music begins with a soothing melody singing me to sleep the first minute and later drags me into a whirlpool of chaos. I drift and nod my head slightly as my music progresses, never ceasing to captivate me. Like a seesaw, my emotions sway from a state of pure ecstasy to one pumped with adrenaline. I often get lost in music: I listen incessantly and lose all track of time. Every time I exit these long listening sessions, I feel like I've undergone catharsis: a cleansing of the mind. Groggily, I take off my headphones and rub my ears. Listening to music before bed puts my mind at ease. Music is like a long, worn path ï some stretches of track are well-paved and structured while others are bumpy and haphazard. Structure and chaos are two conflicting elements that are entrenched in my music ï one follows standard composition while the other deviates from it. Music is an outlet for me to release my frustration and pent-up stress. I run to music. I study to music. I cry to music. I yell in joy to music. I learn from music.
