recently, i realized how i am incessantly, consciously or not, chasing the sound of life. i indulge in songs that i consider the sound of life more than "ordinary" songs. and how there's little to zero days in my life where life itself or humanity made sense.

life had meaning when my favorite football team won a competition. humanity had meaning when the whole city gathered to watch the smoke squadron. humanity always has meaning when we are celebrating the rosary feast. life always has meaning when i'm in my hometown's terreiro. life and humanity have absolute meaning when i'm with my best friend. life has meaning when i hear runners by stray kids. life has meaning when i hear merry christmas, mr. lawrence by ryuichi sakamoto. life always has meaning when i listen to music. the meanings come from too little but that are so rare to indulge that i can't really, possibly, enjoy life. nor humanity.

the sounds of life include: duvet, bôa / attack on d, hiroyuki sawano / 3rd eye, stray kids / 19, stray kids / lovers' oath, yu-peng chen / viva la vida, coldplay / blue bird, shinichi osawa / about maki, hiroaki tsutsumi / doughnut, twice / immaterial, flawed mangoes