I guess I take music for granted. Almost every morning I take my MP3 player out and do some gardening. Sometimes I'll listen to it for an hour or more while I'm lying in bed at night, too wound up to sleep. I frequently listen to it while writing, or drawing.

I grew up with music. Ever since I can remember there's been music at my house. We'd play CDs or music videos all day, then, when media players became common, we'd hook one up to speakers and listen to that. My dad sings when he's in good mood, so that's always nice to hear.

Unfortunately, the music has largely left our house over the years. That's why I listen to my own player so often. When I'm alone, and have no music on hand, I'll sing to myself just to break the silence.

Maybe I don't really take music for granted. But it's always been a part of me, and without it, I don't think I would even be as happy as I've managed to be.

So in the end, while music may seem trivial to some, I don't think I could be myself without it.