I just went 4 whole days without listening to music, and I didn't even miss it. Being out in the country for a few days helped me to realize that I often use music for no other reason than to drown out the noise and distraction of urban life.
Is this telling of which life I'd actually prefer?
It's hard to believe that people living less than an hour from each other could have such different lives. One is under constant visual and aural assault. The other has a life free of myriad sources competing for attention.
Perhaps less choice is easier, less-stressful, and more gratifying after all?
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