The Bittersweet Paradox

About what, I don't know. But I'm overdue. Ah, I know. I've been using my iPod more as of late because they've made us stop streaming audio at work. So, that leaves my iPod to pass the often boring hours sitting at my desk.

My iPod has a strangely eclectic mix of music on it. Everything from opera to Van Morrison. But, my friends, there was once a day when I listened to nothing but opera. I mean NOTHING. Have you ever known a 15-year-old who has nothing but recordings of Maria Callas and Kiri Te Kanawa in her record collection, and 1,000 page reference books called "The Opera Companion" read cover to cover? That was me in high school. Not kidding.

But today something strange is happening...I never thought I'd see the day. I'm skipping a lot of the opera stuff. Once I begin to hear strains of an orchestera and a fabulous singer, a sound which used to send chills up my spine, I'm noticing myself hitting the little skip button. It's not that I even dislike it...I'm just apathetic. I could take it or leave it. Seriously, what has gotten into me?

It looks like I've finally realized with certainty that there really is more to life than opera. Apparently, I dind't realize that there is good, creative, substantive music aside from the trained screaming of narcissistic chubby people. Apparently, I didn't know U2 existed. Apparently, I didn't know that there is music which in and of itself honors God. Good heavens, it's only taken me years...