I’m currently sitting at a concert that has yet to start. I don’t know the band well. A friend offered up his tickets because he and his wife weren’t going to be able to make it. Emily and I are just passive observers to it all, really.
But someone in this room probably knows every lyric to every song. Someone else probably has this bands music as the soundtrack to a break up, someone else the soundtrack to falling in love.
The highly attached and the completely unknown both exist in this place and they’re interacting with the same thing, objectively speaking. This goes without saying, but what you chose to hear, what you chose to tie yourself to, influences the realities you encounter.