Today on my morning walk I was thinking how we take so many things for granted. It was weird in a way.

I was remembering how I realized how music is important to me, just last year. No joking, even though I've been listening to music every day from the past 20 years or so, I never actually stopped to process the importance of music in my life.

What if we didn't have music at all? What if we didn't have any sort of art in our lives? How would we relieve the pains of reality? So many questions today.

On my way back home, I started to admire the beautiful blue sky, which okay, technically the sky ain't blue, but still, how come the sky during winter is a work of art? It's beyond beautiful, it's something else.