Sufjan Stevens. When I scroll through music to play, I always graze the mouse across his name as quickly as I can. Though, I used to absolutely did adore him at one point in my life, it was at a terrible point in my life. Freshman year of high school. And when I began to break myself away from the sadness that consumed me, I broke away from Sufjan. When he played in Nashville, I didn’t go. When I heard people start to talk about him, I thought of something else. Because I didn’t want to be reminded of one of the lowest points in my life. I know a lot of his music is based on bible stories, but that’s aside the point, I do not believe in god, let alone the bible. The point was that his music brought beauty into my life when I didn’t have any. His voice, and the unique use of instruments, the soothing comfort you can find in something simple. Yesterday, I didn’t graze over Sufjan. Instead, I played nothing but Sufjan. It stung for a minute, but I think it was the initial shock of not listening to him in so long. And then I laughed. Time transforms us all, doesn’t it?