I opened one today and found songs from breakup summers, late-night coding binges, and road trips I havent taken in years. They sit there like exhibits: perfect, freeze-framed, and strangely distant, because the feelings that walked in with them left. Maybe we keep ‘random’ playlists because it feels safer than curating which parts of ourselves we still want to carry.
I have one playlist with all my music. Every song is there because I like it, no matter the genre, tempo, tone, or mood.