Well, have you ever been on the highway of music road? It's in Japan. Literally, there's a road where music starts playing as you drive on it.

But that's not what my question had meant. Obviously I'm not a person interested in historical general knowledge, but I thought it'd be nice to share something related to both history and music.

However, as I mentioned, my question didn't mean about that road. What it actually meant was about the road of music that travels to your heart.

I sometimes wonder how much this music road has to suffer. From the earplugs or headphones to the heart. It has to cross people's earwax, blood, fats and then finally to the heart. I image what'd the music have commented if it was a human being. Probably something like, "You need to clean those messed up ears and workout those fatty layers."

Geez, thank goodness music isn't a mommy like human!

But if truth be told, this highway is generally used by people like me. There was a time when everything went wrong in my life. When an ocean of fear and guilt drenched me and I'd stopped using words to speak. Those were one of the darkest days of my life. And it was really uncomfortable. That's when I was suggested a therapy for myself. But I was too irritated with the therapists since I was thirteen, hence I didn't take it. They're weirder than jokers, to be honest.

That was probably my starting point of the journey to the highway of music road. I clearly remember that night when I laid in bed to relax myself. The neighbor next door had loud music played which pierced through the walls and penetrated through my body. At first, I was annoyed by it cuz I was trying to concentrate on relaxing myself rather than forcefully listening to music. After a while, when I finally gave up, I could feel the variations in me. Something had changed. My heartbeat seemed to dance with the rhythm of music.

That day I decided to domain myself in the most decent therapy- Music Therapy. I listened to music for hours. Days. Weeks. Months. It was rather absorbing to me. But then I got bored with the same music repeating in my ears; so I tried to write my own songs. Lol it was the beginning of how I became who I'm now. Sorry if I'm boring you.

Now, where were we? Oh yeah, the reason why I actually wrote this chapter for. It's a little bit weird though...fine, I'll just tell you. When you listen to music, the waves from that rhythm produces a musical beat in your heart. But if it's a loud music, this may be harmful for you. This may exhaust your heart soon and make you starve for alcohol. Which, as you know, may lead to your hotel room booked in afterlife. Trust me, the taxi which take you to that place is really itching. Might be full of other people's earwax and other yuck things.

But, you can listen to music that soothes yourself. I wouldn't have made this useless chapter if it wasn't so important. The music you choose becomes how you perceive the world. It controls your heart and your mind. So choose them carefully and awesomely.

C'mon man, stop reading now. It's over. I can't do anymore general knowledge in here. Faithfully, the next chapter would be interesting and more fun. I might actually give some tricks on instrumental music playing and singing. Till then, bubye!