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I keep noticing an unusual amount of synchronicity between music and my life lately. Songs that I've listened to over and over in the past and have felt a deep but inexplicable connection to keep popping into earshot when I'm thinking of the same themes they express, or even when I'm thinking of the song itself.
I'm reminded of the scene in Donny Darko, where Gretchen waves at Donny's family across the street, and a strange familiarity exists between them that only the audience understands.
I used to hear a song and think, "I understand and relate, but that hasn't really happened in my life." But I always believed that my understanding of them would deepen as my life went on. It would grow to fit the art around me, and I somehow knew all along. Am I unconsciously creating my life to fit a pattern of the things I love? I'm not sure if I truly believe in a collective unconscious or if it's only a romantic notion that I indulge in on a constant basis. I think I'm always looking for connections and symbolism, but it feels as if it's just there, like any force of nature. Is this my mind's search for meaning, for connections between people, places, and events? What is this craziness? A web of neurons or a greater scheme?
I think I'll let myself lose the last shreds of pragmatism that I carry. Ill let myself enjoy this detective game that I started longer ago than I admit.
I'm reminded of the scene in Donny Darko, where Gretchen waves at Donny's family across the street, and a strange familiarity exists between them that only the audience understands.
I used to hear a song and think, "I understand and relate, but that hasn't really happened in my life." But I always believed that my understanding of them would deepen as my life went on. It would grow to fit the art around me, and I somehow knew all along. Am I unconsciously creating my life to fit a pattern of the things I love? I'm not sure if I truly believe in a collective unconscious or if it's only a romantic notion that I indulge in on a constant basis. I think I'm always looking for connections and symbolism, but it feels as if it's just there, like any force of nature. Is this my mind's search for meaning, for connections between people, places, and events? What is this craziness? A web of neurons or a greater scheme?
I think I'll let myself lose the last shreds of pragmatism that I carry. Ill let myself enjoy this detective game that I started longer ago than I admit.