I Cry Sometimes
I often cry when I listen to music. I’m not sure why. I’d like to know. I don’t think there is anything wrong with me… Perhaps I shouldn’t be the one to judge whether or not there is something wrong with me…
I’m going to hazard a guess. I’ve reached that point in my life where I have the time and the capacity (I’m not senile yet… that I know of) to reflect on where my life has been and where it is going. When I was younger, I was too busy for that sort of thing. Now that the path in front of me is relatively clear I can allow myself the luxury of self-reflection.
Is that the answer, or has something changed biologically that has made me more sensitive, more appreciative… It could be both.