What matters?

I like having music around me when I go about my things at home. There is almost always something playing in the background when I am at home. My favourite movies and TV series are the ones with good music in them.
So, last night, after returning from a long trip to far-far away, to almost as up north one can travel in Norway, I put on some random music of my taste.
As I was in the bathroom, I heard an old song playing in the living room. I recognized the starting melodies and the opening chords. No way – I was thinking. Is it possible that this song just randomly came up to my playlist? I sharpened my ears again and again. Yes! That’s the one, no doubt about it.
As I exited the bathroom, the song changed into something completely different - far from the song I thought it was. Weird… But the song was calling me, and I quickly found it.
It instantly took me back to my careless youth when I was 18 years old and the internet was just about to become interesting despite the slow screaming dial-up connection. At that time music came mostly from MTV, Viva or VH1 TV-channels or took between 2 to 12 hours to download from Napster, which was one of the first pirate file sharing environments at the time (later to be closed down because of the copyright lawsuit by Metallica and others)
Was Zählt, by Die Toten hosen represented everything I was back then. Young, rebellious, emotional and adventurous young man experiencing the most fundamental feelings in human history – the love in its all forms including rejection and madness.  
With the nice intro, where the drama that is yet to unroll itself is only to be suspected and the rough voice spelling the words in raising agony to become more and more desperate over the chace of the very Basic need in this life. The endless struggle and heartache expressed by soon to become a scream from the depths of the heart. All that completed by the one and only suitable language for that particular outcry.
I found the lyrics from which I vaguely remembered the chorus part (German is not my language of preference otherwise due to very little practise) and played it again. And as I was floating in total enjoyment and ecstasy while being 18 years old again, the back of my throat became heavy and I fought a tear while realizing how well the tune, the lyrics and the setting had been tied into a beautiful manly expression of the unremovable pain.
And I felt happy, and grateful for what I am and what I have become and what I am going to be. It felt good to be alive and to enjoy the ups and downs, the rises and falls and the new beginnings of this life.

So, my dear readers. Find that old song of yours. Listen to it, let it carry you away to who you were and back to who you are today and to who you are about to become. Life ends with your last breath, not a moment before. 


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