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When The Music Saved Me Essay

Life is never easy and the obstacles you must face daily can either break you or make you stronger. As a child, you are full of pure innocence and the reality of how challenging and hard life can be is unknown territory. You follow and live what you are taught and believe that things in life are perfect and you’ll live happily ever after with your parents and siblings (if any), family, and friends.

As you get older and approach your teen years, you then begin to learn about the different problems that will arise in your life and ways to solve them. You also realize that life is far from being perfect and that relationships in your life will come in and our of your life. By the time you reach eighteen and embark into your adult years, all the ideas you had and were taught about life are completely opposite from what you learned and found through the years. Although ideas you had about life changed, one aspect of life was always constant.

Your life and the way you choose to live it is influenced by different things and those things become the key players that map out the journey of your life. Some people are influenced by watching a movie, others by reading. As for me, music became the most influential part of my life. When you think of music, you immediately tie it in with dancing and singing that serves a form of entertainment. You don’t realize that music is more than entertainment. Music is powerful and can affect your life in many ways.

You may not believe this is true, but music saved my life and introduced me to a whole new world. In January 2001, I was at the prime of my life (at least that’s what I thought), and my social life couldn’t have been better. It was the year I landed a corporate job at the bank, bought a new car, and created thirty new friendships. It seemed like my life was going great and nothing could ruin that point of time. I wasn’t ready for the test life was about to throw me and how it would become the fight of my life.

Later on that year, in about April, my mother and I began a series of heated arguments that got worse and worse as they progressed. Arguments were provoked and we were always at each other’s throats. It got so bad that we were cursing each other out and numerous phrases of profanity were being thrown back and forth between the two of us. It felt as if I was fighting with some stranger but in actuality I was fighting with my mom, the woman who gave birth to me. This fight was an everyday thing, nonstop for about three months.

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