All That Jazz...

As we drove back from dinner today, they were playing Jazz on the radio. A genre of music I’ve always had a liking for, but never really admitted it. The soft, soothing tones immediately gave me fond memories of my arrival in Singapore. I was 5 back then and I was about to start a new life…
I asked my brother what the first thing that came to his mind was, as the music played. “Changi Airport”, he said without pondering too long.
“Exactly…”

It’s these small things that occur in the midst of something huge that always stick with you forever. The music that was being played as we got into the airport… Who would’ve noticed it? Who would have such amazing recollections every time they heard similar music? It’s beautiful and mind-boggling at the same time! And today, it felt so good. Reminiscing about days when life wasn’t so complicated. When we had no cares for the world and did not fear what was in store for us. When we didn’t have to make life-altering decisions. When the only choices we were faced with was what video-game we were going to play on the flight there, or what cartoon we were going to waste our time watching.
Why is it that as time progresses, these things keep slipping away from us? Why isn’t life so easy anymore? Why are we the way we are?
They say that over the past decade or so, humans have evolved so much. That we’ve crossed boundaries in all sorts of fields. And when I think about how care-free we all were back then, I wonder… is this true? Have we really made things better for ourselves?

As these questions rush through my disengaged mind, I hear the saxophone play its sweet tune. Bliss…