Melancholy and What's Left Unsaid

I must have mentioned it more than once, that I feel that Chinese songs are mostly melancholic. Don't misunderstand, I used to love listening to Chinese songs, and still do, but I think as I grow older I can't handle as well all this emo-ness that those songs brings out in me. What I used to embrace back then, I find myself avoiding it. It's strange how we change in time; most of the time I feel I change for the better, but in this case, my aversion of intense emotions and feelings, I feel is not a good thing. Could I be hiding something from myself? What is it that I'm so afraid to face and what am I running away from? I have no idea, and I just don't have the time to go down that rabbit hole right now. Some day, maybe, I'll muster the courage to find out.

This evening on my way home I saw the rainbow and it filled my heart with warmth. Its colors lightened up the part of town that I was driving through and made everything else irrelevant. That stretch of bumpy road is a glimpse of many glaring disparity and stark contrasts, but I suspect the people there would've felt the same warmth when they see the rainbow. With the melancolic tunes playing on the radio, I thought to self at that point of time, this is enough. I am thankful.