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Defining, analyzing, organizing, observing life as it unfolds, flowing, jazzing...

The word "jazzing" from the movie Soul deeply resonates with me. To be honest, I have never been particularly drawn to jazz, yet a nameless curiosity has always pulled me toward it. I once picked up a book titled The History of Jazz. Though I couldn't finish it due to a lack of focus and a bit of laziness, the stories surrounding the roots of Black music captivated me.

While the tragedy of slavery is a recognized historical truth, seeing it through intimate, personal accounts was entirely different. Still, it feels inappropriate to casually claim, "I understand" or "I know" a suffering so immense that it defies human imagination. The very best we can do is simply keep trying to comprehend it. The music itself hasn't touched my soul yet, but its history always does. Perhaps that is why I hold a lingering affection for this genre, hoping that one day, the melodies will finally move me as deeply as their history has.