It's so strange how sad you can feel about someone you didn't know. I remember the first time I heard Levels. I was studying in Lund and a collective craze spread on the dance floor when the song started playing. Since that day, Avicii's music has been the obvious soundtrack to every party, gym class and work session.
A regular guy from Stockholm who happened to have an enormous talent. An artist who struggled to be the star everyone expected him to be. I keep thinking about his family, friends and the music he never got the chance to write. Most of all, I think about him and what he must have gone through when the rest of us were dancing.
I will always be grateful for the joy Avicii spread through his music, but right now it's just deeply sad and unnecessary that he's gone.