Prompt: How would you feel without music?

Sometimes I wonder what my life would feel like without music. It’s almost impossible to imagine because music isn’t just something I listen to—it’s something I breathe with.

Without music, I think the silence would feel heavier. My thoughts would echo louder, unsoftened, with no rhythm to carry them away. Moments that should swell with meaning—sunsets, waves rolling in, driving down the highway at night—would feel unfinished, like a story missing its ending.

Without music, I wouldn’t have a language for the emotions that don’t fit into words. How would I express grief, joy, or that ache of nostalgia that comes out of nowhere? My heart beats differently when I hear a song that feels like it was written just for me. Without that, would I even know how deeply I could feel?

Music has always been my bridge—between cultures, between people, and between who I’ve been and who I’m becoming. Without it, I think I’d still be searching for that bridge. I’d feel less connected, less understood.

And then there’s me as an artist. Without music, I wouldn’t have the outlet that lets me transform my own chaos into beauty. DJing, curating, even just dancing in my room—it’s all part of how I find alignment. Without that, I’d carry more weight than I know what to do with.

So maybe my life without music would still go on, but it wouldn’t be as full. It wouldn’t have the texture, the flow, the energy that carries me forward. Music is the current beneath everything—it reminds me that I don’t have to swim so hard all the time; I can let myself be moved.

Grateful today for every note, every beat, every song that reminds me who I am.