Every once in a blue moon Lent teaches me a lesson. Considering the number of infrequent lunar events packed into this calendar year, it’s really no surprise that the most recent 40 day “fast” bore heavy lessons.
The heaviest?
Don’t get buried under headphones.
You see, I am an audiophile – music is my heart and soul. My water and gluten free, all natural, low fat bread. Giving up it’s enjoyment during mile-long treks from one end of campus to the next is like taking out a lung then taking on Mt. Everest.
Yet, during these treks, I came to notice something.
Everyone is lost beneath the soundwaves of artistry – so lost in pumped up beats that they often fail to notice the world around them.
Everything from singing birds perched in trees to the car about to hit then as they jaywalk across a Bostonian main drag.
They fail to notice the lost tourist, looking about the landscape confused and struggling to figure out where they are. They fail to notice the scalpers selling discount Red Sox tickets 15 minutes before the game. They fail to notice the friend calling out their name from across the street. They fail to notice their favorite song playing over the convenience store sound system.
Life happens all around us.
Those lost beneath MP3-driven playlists fail to notice it’s beauty because they can’t be ripped out of te Skrillex’s bassdrops being pounded into their ears at full volume – at least not the way you can rip a person out of thought.
Maybe I, in all my Gen Y infamy, am being hypocritical. My love for music runs deep, but my love for appreciating the moment runs deeper. Music is meant to enhance the moment -to form a memory, maybe even create it. We, with our iDevice insanity, have turned it into an unlimited escape of 50 thousand songs we’ve only heard once – only only consistently play 10 of. We’ve turned music, in all of it’s beautiful soul-wrenching glory, into monotony. We’ve made music into the art hanging on the wall of the doctor’s office – only to be examined when we’re too bored or anxious to think of much else.
Maybe I’m blowing things out of proportions. Maybe I’m entirely right. Maybe I’m just fucking fed up with my generation – what this world has become – how we’ve just become cattle with opposable thumbs, but that just could be senseless paranoia.