From the moment I was born, music has been an integral part of my life. It wasn’t something that happened by chance; it was woven into the fabric of who I am. My parents often tell me how they would play soft melodies during my infancy to soothe me to sleep. Even back then, it seemed like music had a way of speaking directly to my soul.
As I grew older, music became more than just background noise. It was a companion, a confidante, and sometimes even a therapist. When words failed me, music found its way into my heart. Whether it was the upbeat rhythms of pop songs or the soulful lyrics of ballads, each piece carried its own message, resonating with different parts of my being at various stages of my life.
In school, music was always there. The annual talent shows were moments of both excitement and nervousness for me. Standing on stage under the spotlight, microphone in hand, I felt exposed yet empowered. Each performance was a leap of faith, trusting that the audience could feel what I felt when I sang. Those experiences taught me resilience and self-expression—skills that have stayed with me long after graduation.
Beyond personal expression, music has also been a bridge connecting me to others. There’s something magical about sharing favorite tunes with friends or discovering new artists together. It creates common ground where differences fade away, replaced by shared emotions and memories. Concerts, too, have left indelible marks on me. Being part of a crowd united by sound is exhilarating—it feels like you’re part of something greater than yourself.
Today, as I navigate adulthood, music remains my constant companion. It helps me celebrate victories, mourn losses, and find solace in solitude. Sometimes, all I need is a familiar song to remind me that no matter what happens, there’s beauty in the journey. And perhaps that’s why music and I will continue to be inseparable—we grow together, evolving alongside one another through life’s ever-changing landscape.
