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“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live”- Marcus Aurelius

The picture suits it so well. Its like a person meeting an old friend just with diffrent appearance.

My friend died at the devastating Earthquake of turkey. This is for me, thank you. For my pain...

Music is a language all people can understand no matter the region , u just need to let your soul listen .

"This is it?" You asked. You looked up, wondering where the grown trees and tall buildings had gone - but all was gray. Then you looked down, but there were only overgrown and overthrown piles of grass, all bent down against the earth, as if cowering from the mist above. "It is," the crow replied. The bird flapped its left wing, and then tilted its head slightly. "What more should there be?" Everything, you wanted to say. But there is only nothing here. "I thought-I don’t know." But you did know. You thought of all you used to see - those stars, though they had slowly gotten blurrier over the years. You couldn’t remember where you were, and much less when. You thought it might have been spring, Before. (Before what?) There should have been trees and blooms and tulips, because although you enjoyed spring, you remembered enjoying autumn even more, and watching those very same leaves fall into your hair, and if you were lucky enough, you might’ve even caught one in your hand. "I thought there would be more." "More?" the crow asked, mocking, or maybe curious. It was much too hard to tell with its lifeless eyes not so unlike obsidian staring at you unblinkingly. "More of what?" "There’s nothing here," you tried to explain, but this was a bird. A bird who wouldn’t understand anything. But as it flapped its wings once more, your heart skipped a beat, afraid the creature might take off and leave you here. Alone. "That is because everything is in the other place," the crow replied. "The other place?" "Life," it said. It looked at you curiously - now you were sure it had never mocked you in the first place - as though it could not understand the heartbreaking thought of death. "Why, have you not had the time to enjoy it?" "Not enough of it," you replied, but the words sounded false even to your ears. The truth was, you did have enough time. You had all the time in the world - perhaps five or six times worth the crow’s lifetime, though you’re not certain how long it lived. But all this time, you’d been waiting for a pause, a stop that would let you breathe. You’d convinced yourself that if you caught up with Everything, if you managed to get Everything done and then some more, there would be time. But time stopped for no one. Not for a crow, and much less for you. You wished you’d taken the time to watch the seasons fly by a little longer, sit in that chair you love, reading an awful book for a few more pages. You wished you’d spent more time looking up useless information if only to amuse yourself, or spend more time in bed without feeling guilty about it. You wished you’d hugged your mother a bit more tightly the last time you’d seen her, or finally worked up the courage of asking this friend out for a coffee like you’d been meaning to for a while. Thinking about it, though, you realize it doesn’t really matter. In fact, none of it matters, because it’s all over now. There will never be good days again, but there will never be terrible ones again, either. You will never get to cuddle up in your comforter to warm again, but you will never feel cold again, either. From birth to death, you have seen everything. Your heart may rest now, released from the heavy burden of being alive. This is it, you think. And it doesn’t feel so scary anymore. "Shall we go, now?" The crow questioned. "Where to?" You looked toward the fence on which stood the bird. Your eyes wandered to its end, disappearing into the thick mist. "There is nothing this way, nor the other," "None that your eyes can see," those same crystal-like eyes blinked at you. "But ahead, an adventure awaits, I see it so clearly. So tell me, comrade, will you join me in this quest to discover death and all its mysteries?" Despite yourself, you smile. You bury your hands into your coat’s pockets, wondering if it’s always been yours, if it’s what you’d been wearing Before. Your fingers play with some scraps of papers that you might’ve left there, and some old candy wrappings. What is there to lose? "All the way to the ends of Death." (A/N: Sorry, I don’t know what this is. I simply felt like writing something about this playlist and the picture shown in the video. Thank you for the wonderful playlist, and to whoever read this, I hope your heart may heal from whatever weight it carries.) (Edit: I wrote a part 2 for this under the video "From death to birth" if you’re interested!! Thank you for all the kind words

I want to give a hug to everyone in the comments, never seen so many special people in one place..

The crow stares at the man. What is he doing staring at the never ending fog, the lifeless cold, grey sky? He is so calm, at peace, like he knows what awaits him. There is no hate, no pain, no anger, no vengeance in him, only tranquility. The crow watches as the man takes one last final breath, cherishing the cold air on his lips, tasting the last minute of life. This crow has watched many a man come and go, but not one like this one. He is different. He has accepted Death.

This can be my friend in my deep loneliness

"Have I played my part well in the farce of life? Then, applaud as I exit." - Last words of Emperor Augstus

Me and my childhood friends were once inseparable and swore we would always be together. The older we got, the more we forgot each other and stopped receiving each other's warmth... we became colder, calmer, sadder with age... what once erupted like a flame died out and everyone began to go their own way go. Everyone forgot where they came from and what made them what they are. Everything changed and the promise to always be there for each other disappeared as if there were never. How I would like to see the light in each of my childhood friends one more time before I have to go. I was born alone and will die alone. It's not bad at all... because I have all the memories inside me and they will go with me. Unfortunately I haven't done much for my friends. I hope you can forgive me. Thank you for reading.

From wombs to tombs...... from the cradle to enslave and then the Grave....=) beautiful life.

The light that comes from the dark The heart that comes from the broken The music that comes from the magic Beauty from loneliness Be still my heart 🤍

The sky is crying And I’m the only one Who knows that is not fun When you, is just lying But the tears that is mine The scars you gave me The person that I chose to be You will see, only this time And now, I take the wine Drugs and sadness are moving me No more happiness, as you can see Nothing is good, nothing is fine How dramatic am I? Suffering for a person like you But what I can only do Is cry hard, as the sky.

These songs make me think of many things, happy moments that turn sad, because you know you're not going to feel that again, it makes you think of many things that have happened to you throughout your life, to the person who once You loved, but you simply accepted that you couldn't be with her, you spent many beautiful moments with that person, and not seeing her anymore hurts...

This mix really drew me in ... from song one .... not feeling sad or lonely ... simply introspective.

I find comfort in this lonelyness

J'écris en français car mon anglais n'est pas terrible (j'ai 15 ans). Je voulais juste dire que vous n'êtes pas seul à ressentir cette nostalgie, à avoir des regrets, des remords. À vous enfoncer dans la musique pour se libérer, pour parfois se faire plus de mal. La vie on n'en a qu'une. Une seule chance. Il faut en profiter. Ne vous noyez pas sous votre stress, sous votre chagrin. Vivez je vous assure, ça en vaut la peine. Je sais que c'est difficile. Mais on va tous s'en sortir. Je vous le souhaite. On va poursuivre ensemble cette difficile épreuve qu'est la vie. Courage.

since they left my heart has been sounding like starry night

when you find out loneliness is the best thing because no one can hurt you when you are alone

Through the mist I dreamed of a fence. In my dream a crow came, landing lightly on a crooked post. Quietly we spoke, like in a dream, through a mist. I imagined seeing through crow's dark eyes. Crow fluttered into my mind, wanting to share my vision. "What next?" Crow silently asked. "If you stay, you will see and know." my quiet mind replied. We stood there, apart, crow and me, waiting for night to fall. As twilight dimmed both our sight, I came to imagine how it would be to fly. Crow turned its head and shook itself, sitting on that crooked pole. "Come with me." Crow thought. "Come fly with me and you'll find that twilight will turn to night. Come fly away with me and soon enough you'll see that night always turns to day and something brighter." Crow shook itself again. Droplets of cold dew spraying as a halo around the black bird. "I dream too." Crow thought. "I dream those same thoughts, wanting to travel through the night, just to see another day." As I turned my head in crow's direction, crow shook itself again, then flew away.

"E o que vale é sonhar Até o efeito passar Até nos tornarmos normais Até os dias ficarem chatos Até você querer dormir Para nunca mais acordar"

Everything will be alright in the end , but sometimes we need this

The music tells a story if you really listen. With eyes shut I love to feel the sheer untapped emotional power the artist puts in every note.

Reading a fiction or nonfiction while listening this music makes me go totally to another world

Wishing everyone finds someone to love and that those who are broken find grace in the suffering and remember to be kind to everyone because some people go through life not ever hearing a kind word.the world grows greater when old men plant trees of the shade they know they'll never sit under.

This is beautiful. I’m listening to the first song, and it touches my heart and soul. I’m missing my husband from whom I separated 7 months ago. Together over 30 years. Feels like yesterday. I wish things were different. Take care & wish everyone well.

When he took his last step towards the familiar place he once knew, the soft breeze and the rustling of the grass suddenly fell silent. He stood, taking in everything in front of him. Ever since that day, the world lost it's color and left everything, in dust. He felt ever so alone but at last, he was home

From the first cell of my life to the last cell to die, I thank the universe that I've lived to experience what was shared. Thank you God.

Seriously one of the best playlists so far! 😭🤍

I can‘t even cry anymore. I’m so tired of life. It’s like I’m in a dark place we’re I just can see the others being happy and living their best life. But I’m stuck inside my room and just look at them trough a keyhole. I don’t belong here. I’m a helpless and quit watcher. Everything is nebulous and surreal. Scary but it doesn’t matter. I just can’t anymore. I wish I could express myself.

learning starry night on piano is straight peace in my soul

I love Thunderstorms. I love to just go out on the porch and stare up at the sky and watch the raw and unadulterated power course through the sky. The wind going still then the squalling of a true storm. The beautiful arcs of light that jump from cloud to cloud, rain drop to rain drop, and than strike the Earth with a suddenness and power that is just so beautiful. Then the storm is gone. Here for a couple minutes, and gone. Just like life. A beautiful chaos to it, don't you think?

The fact is that, The facts are acknowledged and accepted by us. Have you ever thought of, How is it feels when we are dying, Why we are living the life that will be ending within it without our sense, We know, that someday somehow "I will die" Still you never thought of giving up, Why? Why you don't feel the time, The days, The day I'm gonna die was enlisted when I was born, We don't know that day, But we know, It's coming, When, how, why? We don't know, Still ignoring the fact that "MY TIME HAS A LIMIT" , Who holds that? Why I cannot live forever, Don't know. We believe in some ideologies, Some says that, Where we will go, Will it be in Heaven or Hell, God decides that, Who is God now! THE CREATER, but who saw that? No one, just believes of some believers let their message spread through believes, What message? TO BELIEVE THE CREATER, Now, Some says, Particularly, our Science, We will be existing in the earth only, But only our particles, What's that? Again ASK THAT PERSON. Where is God now? Maybe, Within you, Within your parents, Within your friend, Everywhere. But how will I know, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF! THAT'S THE MESSAGE, GUYS don't let people to judge you, Coz they are made of the same thing, that you are with, Made by THE CREATER! Hence, These "things" are said to be "facts". What do you mean by a "Fact"? Things that are discovered and also accepted by that person who called it a fact, is called "A Fact". Thank you!

"Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final." - Rainer Maria Rilke

"A noite é fria, muitos não conseguem dormir, outros aprendem a aquecer o coração e descansar a visão, do esquecimento e da solidão adormecendo na escuridão. "

From a young age the man loved to stare at the fog in the meadows. He always wondered what was through the misty aura however, but he was never able to find out due to the barriers infront of him. So the man waited, and waited... and waited. The man was now 50 and still had not seen through the fog. Another ten years had passed and the man went to see the fog again, however, this time it was different. The fog had cleared away and behind it sat the most beautiful meadow in all the realms. He sat and looked for hours before deciding to finally break the barriers infront of him and step foot in that meadow. So the man did just that, he cut the wired fence and stepped through. It was the most luscious, florescent meadow he had ever laid eyes upon and felt. The man was patient and got his wish. Be patient and you may get yours.

Es tan frustrante sentirse tan solo y tener tantos problemas pero no poder contárselo a nadie

Dear person who's reading this., I don't know you but I hope your days are filled with happiness, health and wealth. 🙏

The first song reminds me of the day a friend died from a car accident, that same day I wrote a poem in which I relate my pain the day he left this world. Under the blanket of a starry sky, where the capricious moon hides, I can feel the heaviness of an unspoken goodbye an empty echo, a fading silhouette. Tears are falling diamonds reflecting the light of the constellations, It is a canvas of mourning that I paint, with the ink of my emotions. The wind carries whispers of your name, between the sighs of the trees that shake, but in the cold embrace of the night, I only find your absence that inhabits me. Each star is a memory of you a flash of moments we share, But now they're so far away like your face that I glimpse in my dreams. Pain is a flowing river a sea of ​​nostalgia and regrets, and in each wave that breaks, our oaths vanish. The days go by like a dream colors fade to gray, and in the depth of the night, your laughs become sad lilies. The starry night now hurts me, I miss your eyes reflecting the moon but in this eternal darkness, your memory is my only fortune. Under this sky we once shared, I look for you in every shooting star, and although the distance is an abyss, In my heart, you will always have a place.

“So, that’s it then?” The Hero was confused. The Dragon was slain, laying bloodless beneath his feet. But that couldn’t be it. Surely it couldn’t end so soon. All the things in the world that The Hero had seen seemed so grand and mystical. For all of that to be finished along with the dragon would be tragedy beyond measure. “Well? Surely you have more to add. This can’t be the end of the story.” The Hero called out to the formerly dragon occupied lair. “I’m afraid so.” The Author answered solemnly. “But there must be more to tell. More to see out in the world. For the audience. For me…” The Hero said, trailing off somewhat. “All that I’ve done,” He continued, “it was grand sure, but that can’t be it. To end this story this world on this note feels…” “Unfinished? It isn’t. I promise.” The Author attempted to comfort The Hero. The Author knew his creation well enough to know that he was never going to take this well. “But surely you must have more to tell. Surely THE Author has more that he wants to tell the world. Just pick up the pen again and start writing. It needn’t even be about me. My story can end here, but this whole world can’t end with me. There must be so many more stories to tell in this beautiful place. All the people we’ve met, I’ve met, all so bright and colorful. Full of life and wonder. More could be told of their stories.” said The Hero, persistent. “More stories could be told, yes, but that doesn’t mean more stories should be told. Sometimes more value can be found in knowing when something has reached its end. And for this story that time is now. And do you really want me to continue your story without you?” The Author asked rhetorically. “But…” The Hero began, struggling to find the words to express his trouble. For the first time since the story began, The Hero was truly unsure of himself. “... I… I still don’t understand why any of this happened in the first place. Why make this story? Why make me? If all of this was just to reach this point, for nothing more to be made of it, then why do any of it to begin with?” “Because creating is just something people need to do. I wish I could give you more than that. I wish I knew more than that myself. People aren’t simple, but our stories can be, and sometimes they need to be. And sometimes part of that simplicity is the brevity of the story.” The Author attempted to console The Hero. “It seems so cruel to be cut short in such a manner. Didn’t you have more planned? Or is this all just one more story to add to your list? Did… Did this matter to you? Does it matter to anyone?” The Author was startled by The Hero’s sudden self doubt. “Of Course it mattered to me. All my stories do. They are all a part of me. A part of me that I took and displayed to the world. To me there couldn’t be a thing that matters more.” The Author spoke sincerely. “And I did have more planned initially. But plans are fragile things, and even when unbroken they can shift and change with time. Just as people do. Just as stories do.” It all seemed too unfair to The Hero. No, he couldn’t just be finished, not like this. “How can it possibly be fair to be born and end, all before you have time to truly feel complete? How can it possibly be fair that my story will never be enjoyed by me? For my own tale to end before I even know whether it will be good?” The Hero felt his eyes sting. “That’s the great tragedy of living I suppose. You’ll never know how you will be perceived. The impact of stories can be tracked and predicted. But the impact of a person can only be known by those they leave after they’re gone. In a way, it seems as though every life is cut short. Some are cut shorter than others.” “And what would you know of a life cut short?” The Hero said with bitterness seeping into his words. “More than you may think.” The Hero understood in that moment. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. We all have a time to go.” “How cruel. To have both a creation and his creator ended before they can ever know the story's reception.” The Hero’s voice grew quieter, more sorrowful.” “You’ll find that death rarely strikes with care for timing.” “Right…” The Hero was lost once again for what to say. “I’m afraid the time draws near. It won’t be much longer now. It grows difficult to write with you.” The Author said, with pen to paper. “Would you mind talking with me? For a while longer? It would help.” Said The Hero, with a mist in his eyes. The Author resolved to talk for a short while longer. “What would you wish to speak about?” The Hero found trouble in trying to find something, anything that wouldn’t hurt to say. He settled for something small. “What did the dragon represent?” He finally managed to say through a tight throat. “What do you think it represents?” The Author asked, knowing the answer. “A large struggle of some kind. A social burden? An illness? Is it death?” “Nothing so simple I’m afraid. It represents something personal to me. It represents the reason that I am here speaking to you rather than family or friends. Something which others wouldn’t relate to so easily. That is why it is vague. So that meaning can be put onto it by others. Which is why I ask you again, what does The Dragon mean to you?” The Hero pondered this for some time. “I think it represents the struggle to be seen and enjoyed for what you are. Whether as a story, or as a person.” “That works for me.” The Author said with a smile on his face. “How much more time do you think we have left?” The Hero quietly asked, already suspecting the answer. “I believe we’ve just about run out.” The Author didn’t want to admit it himself. “I think it’s time we say goodbye.” “I just wish I could’ve known it’d be over so soon. I wish there was just a little more time.” The Hero spoke with tears forming in his eyes. “Everyone does. It’s never enough time. We simply have to accept that.” “Do you think the story will be well received? Do you think people will like it? Do you think it will mean something to someone? Will anybody even read it?” The Hero said with uncertainty “I don’t know. But I think so. I hope so. Even if it isn’t a lot. Even if only a few people enjoy it, even if only one, it will have been worth it.” The Author said, still smiling. “I suppose so. Thank you. For everything. I suppose this is the final goodbye. For only having been such a short story, it really was fun. I hope you know that.” The Hero said, tears now falling. “I do. Thank you.” The Author said, growing fainter. “Goodbye, Hero.” “Goodbye.” And the book was closed for the last time. And the Author smiled.

Cada nota tocada Uma lágrima caida A esperança que eu buscava Na escuridão adormecida

And then the seed inside grows. You feel it's the first and last time you've come here. And you, the person I don't know, if you're reading this, you should know that there is hope in everything. We will leave this world we came from once and go to the endless beautiful eternity. Hope to see you there...🕯

Loneliness is very difficult, only those who lived it can feel it

Sometimes the world is a cruel place. Even though you're around people, around your friend's, you still feel like you're alone. No one's there to safe you anymore. Just you and the world. Full of opportunities, on the other side, you see all the bad shit happening. We should be grateful, for every moment we live on this planet. May God bless y'all.❤

I recently lost my little animal, which i had a very deep connection with. I came more than once here before it happened, and I simply enjoyed the vibes, until the title made sense, and the voiceless musics hit harder than ever. There isnt a single thing that doesnt remind me of him, of his curing purrs and hungry squeals, of his fluffy and soft fur, his does eyes that couldnt see much as time passed, his little ears that would indicate when he was too cold, which he was when he wasnt snuggling into my clothes and scent, his small face that would look at me with such love, that i always reciprocated.. and even if i could save him from his struggles in life, i feel like i failed this time, but i know its not my fault. Little guy waited for me, when i told him i would be home with him for the whole holidays, he waited for me and when i finally came back, his body wasnt strong enough to stay with us, yet he still stayed as alive as possible to be with me. I had the luck to keep him in my embrace until the very end, until he closed his eyes, until he fell asleep after the doctor helped him stop suffering. When he officially left, i never felt such feelings. I felt like suffocating for some seconds, i felt like a part of me was being taken away, i couldn't stop crying for hours, and it was very hard to take his lifeless body in my hands for the very last time. I know he had a very good life, my mother tells me he had the best one could have, but i cant help but feel guilt, regret, shame, when i think about all those moments i could have gone to him, even just to say hi and take him on me to cuddle, but these times i didnt, i recall not being "in the mood" and i feel so, so wrong for it, especially because he was alone, not with his brother anymore, which sadly pasted some years ago. I think my mind is in denial most of the time, not accepting his death, and when reality hits me, when the habits i once had cant be fulfilled, i only feel like crying, because, how could life take my most precious being away from me ? If i could, i would dedicate, give, throw my life for him, just to apologize, even if i know he can probably hear me. Im sorry for ranting, that just had to come out. And im sorry to my dear, so loved baby, that i lost after the best 6 years of my life, i know i could have done so much better for you, im sorry. And i cant thank you enough for being a part of my life, a part of me. I will always love you, i know it will be hard to go through without you, but i promise to do my best, cheer for me my little one. Wait for me up there, where I'll never be cold nor hurting anymore, like i promised. I love you

I really miss my dad so badly he died on 27th november 2018,He was my pillar my everything my guardian angel,He left me but i couldn't forget him every single day,He died from liver serosis,Dad without u m it feels really sad,Dad may ua soul rest in an eternal peace,See u on the other side 🥺😭

This is the type of music you listen to when sad to really feel that emotion. Live life!

Don't be afraid of death, Be afraid of an empty life.

i truly believe i have found my life purpose and it is all thanks to me engaging in deep thoughts with myself while listening to this playlist, i have never been excited as this about anything before in my life. It took me diving into poetry while listening to this and finding quotes that resonate with me, the comment section of this video has also helped me. thank you everyone

Even though our story didn't have a happy ending, I'd read it all over again.

"What's in a Tree?" By Rob Rodriguez 10-27-2022 I can say this... A tree is an expression conveyed by this Earth. Displaying its happiness for all of us to see. Providing this sight just to make us all feel free. A home for the creatures that envelop our dreams. Casting shade to cool off and feed the hungriest needs. A vast landscape of Earth's glee is something mystical and special to see. Absorbing all of our bad and gifting us nothing but good. It shows us scars of a plenty from the many that would. Tall and still misunderstood. It sheds before winter and sleeps through the white. It calls birds of a feather to fly through the night. It grows out on its limbs the seeds of a mother. Planted by the creatures and creating another. She changes with weather and never seems done. Growing fathoms in measure that take in the sun. A tree is a plant that reaches for the sky. Increasing a ring every spring to get by. "What's in a Tree?" By Rob Rodriguez 10-27-2022 Revised on 01-14-2023

I think the beauty of this image is that the man within it is not looking at the bird, even though from our perspective he is, the pole the bird is stood upon is closer to the camera then the man is, meaning that he is looking up at the sky with maybe the bird in his side vision. I find this image beautiful and serene because it is all in the mind of the viewer how we interpret and visualize the world in front of us, with unconnected materials and ideas being joined together and evolving into a new perspective or thought which we would not have come up with otherwise.

the second song resonated with me the most. it echoes through this deep, dark void that’s in my heart. instead of the cold emptiness it gives me both comfort and pain. like a storm those feelings rage through my void. how strange that is. music is quite powerful

A great masterpiece to sum up our lonely and mere presence in this universe

This music makes me deep down feel something that even i myself don’t understand, masterpieces.

"Então, esse é o fim?" Perguntou olhando para o céu cinza que se estendia acima dele, enquanto lágrimas se acumulavam em seus olhos. "Sim, esse é o fim. Você conseguiu." O corvo respondeu num tom neutro, sem nenhum rastro de emoção em sua voz. "Eu consegui." Repetiu, finalmente se dando conta de onde estava. Fechou os olhos lentamente, deixando as lágrimas descerem livremente por seu rosto. Ainda de olhos fechados, sentindo a brisa acariciando sua face e secando as lagrimas que caiam, o homem não se deu conta do momento em que tudo começou a desaparecer. O corvo não voou para longe, mas continuou na cerca observando o homem à sua frente, até que o vento soprou e o tornou parte dele. Como se nunca estivesse estado ali. O mesmo ocorreu com a cerca, a grama e o nublado céu no qual o homem ficara hipnotizado minutos antes. Todos se juntaram ao vento e se foram, assobiando por onde passavam. E naquele momento só sobrara o homem, de olhos fechados, lágrimas secas e com a face voltada para o vazio, onde outrora fora um céu pintado de cinza. Em um segundo ele também se juntaria ao vento. Porém, o Tempo se fez piedoso e tornou esse segundo os minutos necessários para que o homem se preparasse. E quando se aprontou, ele morreu. Num sopro do mesmo vento que lhe havia bagunçado os cabelos. E, com a morte, ele estava em paz. Finalmente, em paz.

The man was betrayed and forgotten , no allies not even enemies. Locked in a damp vault called isolation. The cold slowly seeping in. "Where, why, when? He cried". "There, cause, now", She shouted. The man did not answer. She shouted again, "There, cause, now". This time the man looked towards her direction, eyes full of despondency; Darkened by the loneliness he's suffered. He said, "Come to me". She obliged, striding towards his direction. Suddenly, he felt a warmth resonating within his chest. His gaol opening, light seeping in, no longer did he feel the animosity that people bequeathed to him. No longer did he endure the betrayal. For he knew, the light is coming. The light that guides THEM all to their loved ones, their friends, their lives. He cherished the moment and shut his eyes, his work was complete. I wrote this at 1 A.M, sorry if it was really cringe lol. Just felt like creating a little story that would go along with one of these songs.

I just discovered music of this type recently and the only one I knew was Starry night but thanks to this playlist for introducing me to these wonderful music

I feel like I'm living flashbacks from my life here on Earth and when these flashbacks come to an end, I will be in a heavenly place or a complete pitch, where the sun can't go, a unique place where only me, just I will be, and there will be forever, thinking and reflecting on everything, and hoping that something will ever happen and the explanations will be given, and then I will finally be in complete peace, that peace that no one will never have, The peace of understanding the mysteries and why all this. And on that day, only that day .... My soul will feel free of this burden, everything happened. It may not make sense to many and others make the total meaning, but this is not the question, express what you want the way you want, as long as it does not negatively affect other beings. Feel free of everything and everyone.

Die Playlist bedient viele Musikrichtungen und Emotionen, aber vor allem wird sie ganz bestimmt die Nostalgie erwecken. Ty 🙏👍

Listening to this makes me feel like I've found my dream friend

Here there are a few, the deep ones hidden in shadow reading comments and learning about all of you guys and your stories, even though we just came thanks to UKposts’s algorithm but in the bottom we have some of that nostalgic feel too. Life sucks sometimes but…. If you fights it.. will keep being the same shit but your point of view will change and that’s enough to live the rest of your days a little bit happier. Love for everyone.❤

Ever since i was a kid i was drawn to the piano… and i don’t really know why. I wasn’t raised in a musical family or environment. Sure we played music outloud and enjoyed it but never created our own or sought to learn how to. As the years went on i still found myself drawn to the piano. I find it so calming… so beautiful. But specific tones and melodies also make me feel uneasy. Some of them make me feel uncomfortable and even sad at times. It’s such a powerful instrument honestly. I have yet to actually study the notes of the tiles as well as everything else that entails learning how to play the piano. I’m only 21 so i still have time to learn but i worry i might be waiting until it’s too late… so i will be learning the piano sometime soon! As the future is unforeseen and i’m not guaranteed a long life. Much love to you all, music truly is a powerful force. ❤️

Listening to this is perhaps a brother of death it may be surprising or confusing but, whenever I hear this masterpiece I feel my soul flying out my heart leaving towards darkness no road just going heading to the emptiness, but, " wait is that a light " ( hope ), for a moment there it is I swear I saw it right before my eyes the light of life, " what should I do, should I finish my road?" - Too many questions in my head but unfortunately no answer - neither me knowing where to head neither knowing the way back home, suffering until the end, A crow shows " hello dear, you're lost? " I didn't feel like answering him but thinking about it he's the only one I've met my whole road " yes I'm lost you know the way out? ", "escaping, loneliness, sadness, escaping being a human? I don't think that's possible, one thing I can tell you kid is the fact that life's so precious spread your wings afterward we can talk about your experience I will wait for you ".

When I was a kid I wanted to grow up faster but now I'd like to come back so badly

Im listening and reading the comments From my house by a river side in a remote village, under my blanket at 3:19 am in february 14, 2024 I know many of you can understand my feelings, that's why we gather here, we have same taste. Bless you

The echoes of lost souls fills the air, much like you, viewer. A simple melody erupts in millions of hearts, it resonates, it does not have one single meaning, but a meaning for us all. Places like these where we listen in our sad, but comforting moments, we are in such a way with each other. And I hope that alone brings you some type of solace, or happiness.

This is the power of music... it gives us meaning and reasons to do many things. Cherish life as it is because you never know what day is your last. Make sure to say "I love you" more, to reach out to others and to spread kindness, to take time for yourself, to enjoy your peace when you have it, to ask that person out, do things that you are afraid to do because like I said, you never know when your last day is or the other peoples last day. Remember to treat yourself and others with kindness and respect, no matter who they are. Happy Life all. Enjoy it.

THIS PLAYLIST IS ONE OF THE BEST ONES THAT I'VE HEARD IT'S SO GOOD 😭❤️

You never scared of the moment you dead, you scared of what come at the moment after your death

What wonderful ambience for such a tormented and wearily isolated soul such as I have always possessed, such hopeful melancholy in the blend of the piano and the shrill strings

I have recently discovered this amazing composition, and I feel truly sorry that I haven't had the opportunity to experience its beauty until now. It's a remarkable piece that has truly captivated me, and I'm grateful to have finally encountered it.

We continue to grope in this absolute and peremptory darkness in search of something that we can call true...

"imagine like black keys is lonely and white keys is happy, so we need all of them to make a pretty song". You not alone my friend. It's gonna be fine

Thank you for making all of these, I listen to them while studying and it honestly helps so much

eu ainda me lembro do dia que você partiu da minha vida, eu ainda me lembro de chorar e me perguntar, deus o que eu fiz de errado? desde pequeno todos me deixam para trás, quando criança, meu pai me deixou, ele se preocupava mais com a bebida do que com o seu filho, ele me olhava e me dizia,que desperdicio, mesmo assim eu o amava muito, mamãe sempre se matou de trabalhar, e ela nunca se abria, então ela não tinha tempo pra mim, eu não tinha amigos, muito menos alguem para brincar... demorou anos até eu encontrar alguem, eu me sentia uma aberração, eu sou uma aberração? se não sou, por que a vida me tratou como se eu fosse uma? tudo que eu desejo é que eu esqueça disso, que talvez assim, eu possa ser feliz, mas enquanto isso não se realiza, eu me deito, e torço para que minha cama leve meu corpo, para bem longe... bem, eu só não queria me sentir sozinho.

the world around you is always with you. the wind, the trees, the rain is your friend. the birds in the sky are your friend. you are never truly alone. with every step you make your energy causes ripples in the universe. your simple existence is changing the way particles and atoms move in this world. the sun shines on you just like it shines on the flowers. you are every bit a part of this collective energy.

A poem I wrote: When you were born, you were fragile and small. As you grew up, you changed a lot. You had dreams and hopes. When you experienced life, you had lots of emotions. Sometimes you were glad, others you were sad. But time passes, nothing lasts forever. You knew your time would come sooner or later. Look at you now, after truly knowing what it is to be alive. Now now it's time rest, so say goodbye.

Why is it so, that in these moments of deepest sadness and reflection, my heart rings true to life's final truth.

I don't know where else to put this, really just spewing my thoughts here. I graduated college recently, about a month ago. I was so close to having to retake a class I felt my world falling apart if I failed my final. But by putting my all, I finally passed. And now I'm free. But I don't know what to do with this freedom. Apply to job, get rejected, apply to job, interview? Still get rejected. Apply and apply and apply. I feel like I'm wasting my life now. I feel like the me, that put in that final push, that final effort, didn't do it for this. This constant new struggle to be financially secured, to use these jobs as a means to pursue my passion, this isn't what that me was fighting for that day was. I don't know what my future lies, and I don't know where to go. But I know what I'm doing now is wrong. It won't make me happy. To those like me, look back to that person you were before, look back to them and ask. 'Was this what I was fighting for? Is this really what my past self put all their effort into for? For me I say no, it was not. And I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I'm tired of people telling me I don't have the skills and abilities and whatever to do what those jobs demand. For the lost souls out there like me, the road in life is a blank canvas. People say you have no control over fate. I say fuck that. Do what you want. Be what you want. Let the doubters become faint echos and your passion be fire that lights the road ahead of you. Only in death will that flame finally fade. I believe in you all. I believe in myself. We can do it. To not just be free, but so we can live. For once, just live.

Quando se sentir triste e sozinho, dobre os seus joelhos no seu quarto, e comece a falar com Deus, te garanto que tudo mudara, principalmente se você não esquecer dele quando estiver bem.

In ♥️ with this channel....😭😭😭

I find a sense of peace and comfort in these dark tones

You’re never truly alone.. This isn’t the end, just a waypoint. Gather your things and let’s keep moving forward. Don’t look back, we’re not going that way. Take my hand in yours, feel me, solid, warm, here…, together we will keep going. You must keep going. Absolutely under no circumstance are you to give up. To give up, is to cease existing, time will remember, but no one else will.

Today I distanced myself from a great friend because I felt in love with her. It was causing me pain because I knew it was unrequited. I don't think our relationship will be the same ever again, but for the first time, I choose caring for myself. Hope the best for her, love. Thanks for the playlist, have a beautiful day.

The beauty of music, the emotion, its all perfect. Thank you for this amazing compilation. ❤

I needed this so much. It's like this playlist understands my

Вторая мелодия - это не́что идеальное, весь спектр грусти сосредоточен в ней, осознание взлетов и падений.

A best playlist to listen when you feel nothing....

you revived my love for keyboard music. thank you.

Mudança. Queria mudar Porém tenho medo do que posso me tornar A mudança é constante Ocorre a cada instante Mesmo que não a percebemos Tem certas coisas que perdemos Que jamais esqueceremos Porém teve que ir embora Para continuar a nossa história Vivo ou não, guardo na memória Para nunca esquecer o que aconteceu naquela hora.

"Julgar se uma pessoa é triste por um motivo "bom" ou por um motivo "ruim" é errado, porque a tristeza mais profunda é aquela que não vem de nada..."

The only playlist that I've hit "play" again immediately after it finished the first time. I love this! 🖤

Beyond words. Thank you for this.

cried and realized a reason to live while listening to this playlist. i love this music

I've trying to find a way to not really live a long life. Because honestly, I just don't want to live that long anymore. Until an idea just popped into my head and thinking about it put my whole mind and body to peace. I'm going to get myself to get cancer and slowly pass away. I'll be happy to just know I'm on time limit. My family will back together and love each other again, because I'll bring them together as a wish of mine. I know to those that want to live and end up getting cancer, is terrible, absolutely. Me personally, I felt at peace knowing that I can just go in peace. Without hurting myself harmfully. Yah I know my family will be hurt but like I said, they'll get back together and love each other again and now fight anymore. I already enjoyed my life, and went through experiences I wanted to experience. I don't see myself wanting to experience anything more. I understand life is beautiful and precious ❤️ and you can experience so much more then just normal experiences. But I don't want to, I don't know why I'm even typing this on here tbh. Ik there's going to be mix feelings about this, but I already made up my mind and by the time I'm gone, this will remain here for years. I love myself, and I love my family, and my dog. And once girlfriend that left me recently. But that's okay. Because I'll finally be at peace with myself. And enjoy every last moment I will have 🙏❤️ I love you guys, anyone who's see this, just know I'm okay 😊 I want this.

Hi guys. I never feel loved. I just study and try to sleep. The person I liked for a long time cheated on me. I don't know my life, my goals anymore. I breathe hard. How can others notice me when I can't even love myself? I am just tired. I want to sleep forever. Loneliness is my choice because I can't stand people's fake sincerity. I want to cry as much as I can! I.. I want to dance.

Ironically, you're not alone in your loneless...

Eine positive und aufbauende Stimmung, vielen Dank