There has been two constants in my life only, one is the reproduction of sounds in my head, the other is the reproduction on thoughts in my head.
Since I remember I always knew, met and discovered the world through my ears, and a little through processing ideas constantly in my head.
Until today there's still a queston in my head about why I didn't dedicate my life to music. Why? I still haven't figured it out. What I did do was to develop a high sensibility to music, to sounds in general: voices, languages, music.
Basically what I heard, was constantly repeated in my head; what I read, was constantly repeated and re processed in my head too. This "feature" brought me both happiness and disgrace.
On one hand I can feel amazing things out of music, some times I even have felt shivers running through my body as I hear a concert. On the other side, I have had trouble controlling my mind all the time. These thoughts became so loud and constant that I find myself sometimes thinking too much, to the point where my emotions and personality change as a result of this maelstrom of thoughts.
Recently I realized it is mandatory for me to follow a technique to learn to control my own mind. My mind became a hellhound that sabotages me at times, yet I still feel a creative part striking to get out.