Love..
What is it with this obsession with love? I can’t really say much about it, since I’ve never actually experienced being in love myself, but you look around and you can find so many people who just seem so madly in love with each other. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, but why is it that we can’t explain it; how it happens. You would think that something so special would need to have a solid meaning to it, but what’s the beauty of that? If you can’t have something unique that only you could understand, or maybe not even understand yourself, then why bother? Imagine how horrible it would be to be told how to love someone. Having no choice of how you feel towards someone, but a forced feeling that you must feel, because if not, it’s not love. This is maybe why so many people can relate love to a sense of freedom. You go along with it, and you just know when it’s love. Well, this is at least what I believe it is, although I can’t really know yet. What I really don’t understand, and hope to never understand, is hatred. How in anyone’s right mind could someone hate someone? Hate is such a strong word, a strong feeling; it’s so intense, just saying it fills my head with dark images. How? Why? Is it really possible for someone to do something so bad that it makes someone hate them? Although our world is filled with more love than hate (I will explain why I believe this in a moment), this evil feeling seems so much stronger, and sometimes can overpower what is good, which is probably where all the world’s violence comes from. Now, for what I said before, about there being more love than hate, here is my reasoning. It may seem that there is a lot of evil and violence because that is practically the only thing they show on the news. What we don’t see every day on TV, though, is the all the love that family members have for one another, or all the happiness in a friendship; all the kisses you give to that one special person, and the hugs you receive from a younger sibling. This love can definitely overpower all the hatred, if you have enough of it in your life.
What I love about love (:P) is how you can make it anything you want it to be. Sometimes I wish that I could peek into a person’s life and know how they feel whenever they look at the one person they love. Someday, I’ll know, hopefully, and when I do, I don’t want to have to be able to explain what it’s like. The feeling of love is just for that one person, to hold and cherish just for their own personal satisfaction. The closest thing I have that relates to being in love is my passions. Whenever I have the chance to participate in an activity involving these passions, I want to do them at the very best that I can. They are my passions because I… well, because I have such a passion for them. Yeah, I know that I may not seem to be making sense, but that is the entire point. Love, passion, happiness, good; they aren’t supposed to make sense. They don’t need an explanation because you just know when you have something good in front of you. If you realize that what you have is love, then that’s all you need to know. You don’t have to worry about why it’s there or how it got there; just knowing that it exists is comfortable in itself.
So why am I writing about a subject that I know nothing of? Honestly, I can’t answer that myself. I’m just basing all this information on the things that I believe to be true. But love just seems to be so intriguing. You can fall so easily into it as you can walk away from it. One thing I have never been able to understand is how it’s possible for two people to fall out of love. The only reasonable answer that I can come up with for that is they were never in love in the first place. I just don’t think it’s emotionally possible to be deeply in love with more than one person. My belief is that you have a soul mate, a person who is always there, and yet you can never get sick of them. Nowadays, love just seems to be a game; it’s all done in vain. People go off and get married to then ask for a divorce less than a year later. Then there are the situations that have to do with abuse. You think you’ve found the perfect person, and the next thing you know, they’re hurting you; physically, emotionally, and mentally. I bet there are some people out there who don’t even know what love feels like, because they grew up in an environment that didn’t experience anything like that. Probably not even knowing it, they abuse this emotion, and in situations like these, families can be broken apart, friendships lost. Love is so complex, and at the same time can seem so simple. Some people just make it seem like the easiest thing on earth, like breathing or blinking. Then other people could make you believe that it’s just not possible to fall for anyone. I’ve never had my doubts, because it is such an overpowering sensation that can change the way you think and feel in a matter of seconds.There’s a part of a song that I can immediately relate to love. The song is called “Say It Again” by Marie Digby. The song says:
“The thing about love is I never saw it coming.
It kind of crept up and took me by surprise.
And now there’s a voice inside my heart, it’s got me wondering.
Is this true? I wanna hear it one more time.”
Love is so unexpected; it creeps up and takes you by surprise. It just happens, and thats one of its many thrills. It’s exactly like a roller-coaster ride; goes up and down with some twists and turns, but that’s what makes it even better in the long run. You’ll be left wanting more.
Feel the Beat!! 
Singing..
I love to sing. Every day when I come home from school, I turn on my music and start singing at the top of my lungs. If I had a frustrating day, I would probably listen to loud rock, while if I had come home from school feeling sad or lonely, I would probably listen and sing along to more depressing songs. Sometimes I wonder why it isn’t the other way around; if I were sad wouldn’t I listen to happy music to make me feel better? But when I have certain feelings I want to express them through my singing, even if it’s the saddest song. Since I can relate to the lyrics, it makes me feel like I’m not alone. There are others who share my feelings. To me, singing is like crying. When something bad happens and you feel like crying, you shouldn’t hold back, otherwise you would be bottling up your feelings. My philosophy is: Either you cry or you don’t. If you cry, then you let it out right then and there, and you never ever cry for that reason again. If you don’t cry, then you completely forget about the situation and never cry for it either. It’s the same thing with singing. Except when you sing a song, it could mean something completely different to you than it did last time you sang it. With a song, every situation is different, because there is so much to take in; the sounds, the lyrics, the instruments… These components are what make a song, a song.
To me, music is like my own personal sun. It’s what gets me up in the morning, helps me see through the day, and shines light upon the darkest situations. It illuminates my day with so many emotions, and can be blocked easily by big gray rain clouds and make me confused. But whether or not it starts raining, I can find my way around those clouds and see that the sun was always there, brightly shining, trying to force its way through the confusion. And when the day is over, and the moon comes out, surrounded by tiny stars, my sun is still there, filling my dreams with relaxing and happy images that I know will help me through the day that still hasn’t arrived.
Music is so inspiring. In fact, I’m listening to music right now, listening to each note and lyric, letting those guide my writing. My dad told me that when you write, the music you are listening to makes your “brain juice” flow, which makes you think more and want to write more. To some people it can be a distraction, but for me it’s the total opposite. It’s like second nature for me to sing; it doesn’t interrupt my thoughts or distract me, I just sing without realizing it. I can’t help doing something that I love so much, and if I lost my voice, I would be so sad. Just like dancing, I can’t live without my music. In a way, dancing and music are related. As a matter of fact, they work together in a sense. It would be kind of hard to dance without music, because there would be no beat, no tempo to dance to. When you dance, you listen to the lyrics to express the moves. You wouldn’t just get up and start dancing to nothing, but when I hear a song, I get this feeling that makes me want to dance. I guess that is why I love, not only dancing so much, but music as well, because without music there is no dance. If there was no music, I could never enjoy dancing like I do.
I was just thinking right now, although it may be off topic, but I was thinking about situations that make me, or anyone, cry. It’s funny, because sometimes I hear a song and my eyes tear up and I just want to cry, for no real, apparent reason. There aren’t many songs that make me do this, but strangely, the few songs that do cause this effect are the number one songs on my 25 most played songs. It isn’t that I’m constantly sad and looking for a place to escape to, but hearing these songs just makes me think a lot about things. They’re inspiring because they create such strong feelings in me, because I have never experienced them before. You could say that they make me curious, so I explore the meaning behind the words, and I may not really be able to relate to them, but I understand where these feelings are coming from.
I’m happy that this is my passion. The thing is, if my passion was basketball, I wouldn’t be able to write the way I am now. It just doesn’t seem to be inspiring to me, and to write about my passion I have to be inspired. Unless I’m coming home from a basketball practice and just had this feeling of I HAVE to write about this, then maybe I would be able to accomplish something, but otherwise, I couldn’t see myself sitting at home just writing about it so passionately as I am now. The difference is, at this very moment, I’m listening to the most inspiring songs that I have on my iPod. These songs are what make these words come out of my head, and on to this post. Music is my everything; I can’t possibly live without it. 
