This seems like a simple answer, the answer is of course it would be awful. I can’t imagine life without music. I spend a majority of my time listening to music in some way; whether it’s blasting out of my car speakers, my headphones, or currently, the ambient notes filling the room from the LofiGirl channel.
But the obvious answer has introspection lurking underneath the surface, the kind that makes me feel quite guilty and privileged. Questions like would you rather be deaf or blind are certainly ones we have thought about, but to those who are deaf or blind, are their lives less abundant? Do they feel sadness and loss from having not heard the soft lull of Erik Satie or the intricacies of a Stevie Ray Vaughan solo? Is a life not well lived without having gazed at the majesty of mountains or the subtle details of a lilac in bloom? I’d like to think that even without those things, there is so much more that makes a life joyful.
It’s easy for me, as a person who can hear to flippantly say, ” oh I just couldn’t LIVE without music!” but I feel honestly bad for it, as if I am reducing the meaning and joy of life down to whether I was fully able bodied or not. Maybe I am being way too introspective and I need to take the question at face value, but somehow it always seems that the simplest questions beg the most thought.
Ghosts in The Attic 
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