Hear me out. I’m not trying to come off as conceited or pompous or anything. But I’ve been doing a lot of introspection, and I’m really glad with where I am in my life and with what kind of person I am. I’m happy that my parents raised me the way they did; around classical music and books and with compassion and a love for learning. I feel like developing a love for these things has kept me grounded; has reminded me that no matter how much life roughs me up, that something as beautiful as a poem or a score by Yann Tiersan and Dario Marianelli can still move me and make my day better; that sitting in my room and reading a book while listening to Chopin can whisk me to a different time period away from the mundane trivialities of everyday life. 

Oh, maybe it’s awfully idealistic of me to romanticize such things. But I think the arts were made for romanticizing.