Riding the notes

Oftentimes I am unable to sleep despite the lateness of the hour or, rather, I have fought sleep until I finally lay in bed and then become unable to sleep. My mind, as many others, cannot stop its' constant whirring. The thoughts that float through are concentrated on items that range from daily issues to more larger issues outside my minuscule place in the vast universe, both of which can induce anxiety or panic.

The only effective way I've found to quell the endless stream of thoughts that cannot be solved or action taken at the bedtime hour is to let music soothe the savage mind. Anything with lyrics or modern only causes my mind to whir at greater speed. The only music that can lull me to the land of Morpheus is classical. It doesn't matter what period.

It isn't the case that classical music is so boring that it puts me to sleep because it is anything but that. The notes, the arrangements are very exciting, leading a body on a roller coaster of emotion, freeing the mind to fly with the thrill leaving self induced insomnia behind.

I can't help but to ride the music, like a surfer on the waves. The compositions, familiar or not, have the ability to just "take me away". No matter how much I might try to resist, the music lures my mind into a seat, allowing me to just ride along, spinning in loops, ascending and descending. My thoughts have no chance against this ride, I think, because I find myself waiting to see what is around the next corner, the next ridge, the anticipation does not allow my own thoughts to dominate.

Of course, thoughts still drift through my head but they are more nonsensical, produced by the music, they aren't necessarily mine and the destination is a thrill ride into dreamland, into the subconscious.