Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Sometimes I paint a little bit just for fun. It's a small and relatively insignificant hobby, and I'm very much a beginner. Recently, I discovered that the best way to paint - what produces the most clean, most beautiful, most intricate and exact strokes - is to get only enough paint on the brush for ONE stroke at a time. When I get too much paint, the strokes are bulky and sloppy, and they bleed into one another. When I don't get enough paint, it doesn't produce a stroke as strong and defined as I want. I suddenly realized today that this is what God does with us. He gives us just the right amount of information and direction for only the next thing He wants us to do. If He gave us more than we needed, everything would get really messy. If He gave us less than we needed, we would be weak. That's not how it is! He gives us exactly what we need when we need it. He gives us just enough paint for one stroke. We might not understand what the stroke is supposed to look like. We might not even like the stroke. But one day, when we see all the strokes together, we'll realize that His hand has created a painting more beautiful than we could ever imagine. We'll realize that every single stroke was important, and that they each had the perfect amount of paint.

Monday, December 6, 2010


Okay, so this post might possibly make me sound just a little bit silly.
I don't know, but if it does, oh well. :)

The past few days I've been thinking about snow and especially snowflakes. As you probably know, I grew up in Texas - close enough to Houston to have Houston weather, which means that I don't really know much about snow. I've been thinking about the images that we have of snowflakes - how beautiful and creative they are. The only snow I've ever actually seen is just little tiny chunks/balls of ice. Not hail. Snow, but similar to hail, I guess. It was kind of random, but this morning I suddenly wondered if snowflakes are really real or if it's just some image that we conjured up somewhere along the lines. I called my mom (she grew up in Tennessee) and asked her. And, YEAH! Snowflakes are REAL! There are photographs of them! Absolutely gorgeous, unbelievable, stunning photographs!


Go to that website RIGHT NOW! It's amazing and I'm just blown away.
You can find images at the end of the page under the "Snowflake" Bentley Exhibit tab.

I know that I'm 21 years old, and maybe I should have already known this, or maybe I shouldn't be quite so enthralled or enamored, or ... I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, this is a bit childlike... But I think this is part of what Christmas is ALL about. Being childlike. Seeing beauty in the little things. Being amazed with life itself. Seeing something extraordinary everyday. Not seeing with your eyes; seeing with your heart.

I leave you with a quote from the man who photographed over 5,000 snowflakes, never saw two that were alike, and never ceased to be amazed.

"Under the microscope, I found that snowflakes were miracles of beauty; and it seemed a shame that this beauty should not be seen and appreciated by others. Every crystal was a masterpiece of design and no one design was ever repeated. When a snowflake melted, that design was forever lost. Just that much beauty was gone, without leaving any record behind."
~Wilson "Snowflake" Bentley 1925

He found a way to leave a record of their beauty. I love that.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010


My life isn't particularly interesting or incredibly exciting. I don't have any utterly hilarious stories or any "juicy gossip" to share. But it certainly isn't dull either. I'm really happy. Like, really really. So, I decided to make a list of what it is that makes me happy.

Jesus and the relationship I have with Him makes me happy.
Sleeping makes me happy.
Summer makes me happy.
Sunshine makes me happy.
Record breaking tennis matches make me happy.
Random phone calls make me happy.
Unexpected texts make me happy.
My sister's voice and her laughter make me happy.
Unnecessary friendliness makes me happy.
Helpful neighbors make me happy.
Texas makes me happy.
The big blue sky makes me happy, especially when it's unobstructed by ugly city buildings.
Stars make me happy. They make me very happy.
Driving makes me happy, cause it means I'm going somewhere.
Protection and comfort make me happy.
Getting surprises makes me really happy.
So does surprising other people.
Puppies and kittens make me happy.
Even my pet fish named Puppy makes me happy.
Having time to be creative makes me happy.
Learning cool new things makes me happy.
Taking pictures makes me happy.
And sharing them with others makes me happy.
Best friends make me happy.
Butterfinger Blizzards make me happy. Very happy. Favorite ice cream.
Blankets make me happy.
Campfires and the smell of smoke make me happy.
Family makes me happy, and being with them is perfect.
It makes me happy when I'm always doing something, even if it's nothing.
Dancing makes me super happy.
So does country music.
Even though it's strange, wearing my socks inside out makes me happy.
Helping people makes me happy.
Making things makes me happy.
Dr. Pepper makes me happy. Probably because I'm addicted.
Music makes me happy.
Hugs make me really happy.
Pillows and reading make me happy.
and did I mention sleeping? :-)

These aren't in any exact order of what makes me most happy.
Except the first two.
Living a life focused on God truly does make me happier than anything else in the world.
And sleeping does, in fact, make me the second most happy, believe it or not.

As you can probably see, it does't take anything really big to make me happy. It genuinely is the small things in life that make me happy. I might be a complicated girl, but it doesn't take complicated things for me to be happy.

So. What makes you happy?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I'm Scared

There's so much going through my head right now. I really want to change my major. I know that what I'm doing isn't right for me. I've been thinking about changing for three semesters now. The only thing I ever say about school is that I hate it. But I'm scared.

I'm scared that this is equivalent to giving up.

I don't want to be a quitter, and I don't want to give up. I want to put my entire heart into whatever I do. Quite honestly, though, I feel like I'm just putting my heart into a shredder. I am willing to work hard. I really am. Just not for something that's tearing me apart.

I'm scared that one day I'll regret this.

What if I'm changing too soon? What if I could have done better? What if one day I ask myself what if? I promised myself that I would chase my dreams... Yet this feels so far from a dream. I also promised myself I would never stay stuck in something I hated. And I realllly hate this. I never thought the two of these self promises would clash. But here they are in contention.

And I'm scared, perhaps most of all, that some of my friends and family are disappointed in me.

I feel like my dad (and a few others) truly don't understand why I want to change. I think they think I'm just giving up, but I genuinely don't think that's the case. I suppose it's possibly the case. I am fairly overwhelmed by emotions. Maybe my judgment is clouded...

But somewhere inside, I KNOW I'm making the right decision in leaving.
I know that I have to leave mechanical engineering.
I just don't know where to go...

And that scares me too.

I don't typically get scared. I'm usually pretty secure and comfortable with who I am and the decisions I make. Uncertainty usually doesn't bother me. I'm a relatively flexible and spontaneous individual. I love going new places and trying new things. That's all I'm doing this time, right?
Trying something new. Going somewhere new.
Why does it feel so... challenging...? overwhelming...? questionable...?

I think what bothers me the most is those people who don't understand.
I want them to see that this is good for me.
I want them to see that I'm not just running away.
I'm not just giving up.
I'm not going for the "easy" way out.
And I'm not going for second best.
I'M not second best.
I'm not wasting my time.
And the past two years haven't been a waste.
The past two years are now a part of who I am.
The past two years will come in handy in the future.
... somehow ...

And I know that.
I know there's a reason this is the course my undergraduate career has taken. Maybe one day I'll look back and understand it all. Maybe I'll be able to say exactly why. Or maybe it's just been a part of growing up and coming to terms with who I am. And as far as I can see, I am not an engineer.
I still don't know exactly who I am... But trust me, I'll figure it out.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Struggle and Strength.

I'm so mad at myself! I'm behind again... I have worked all semester to improve as a student. I really want to be a good student. REALLY. And I have improved... Some... I can see ways that I've improved. But it's such a constant struggle to not just settle back down into my usual procrastination and apathy. It wouldn't be fair to do that though. I've worked too hard, I've changed too much, I've come too far to ruin everything at the end of the semester. It's not an option. Classes are almost over, and finals are in less than a month. I refuse to let myself fail by giving up. I'm so tired, but I know how close I am to finishing this semester. I'm so tired, but I cannot, cannot, cannot quit now. I feel like there's not enough time to get everything done that I need to get done by the end of the semester. But I also feel like there's too much time for me to make it all the way. At the same time I wish I had more time and I wish I had less. I wish there was more time so that I could be ready for finals. But I wish there was less time so that I could just rest. However... Neither of those are possible. I have the time that I have. Including today I have 7 days until my next and last (not counting the final) PDE exam. I have 10 days until everything for Technical Communications needs to be finished. The stuff for tech comm includes writing an entire proposal, creating a poster demonstrating my project, making a presentation on that project, evaluating two presentations, writing two response journals, re-writing my description of a mechanism, and writing a semester evaluation paper. I have 18 days until my last physics II exam. I have 19 days until Mothers' Day. I have 20 days until my Dynamics final. I have 23 days until my Thermo final. And I don't even know when my PDE final is. So close to the end. So much to do. I can't tell whether this is encouraging or discouraging. I'll just decide that it's encouraging. I know I'll be fine. Maybe I have a lot to do, but I also have the determination to actually do it. I'll just decide that I'm going to finish strong. So, in fact, I am going to finish strong.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Just so you know.

If school wasn't so hard, it'd be a LOT easier.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Library Part II

I don't know if anyone was studying in the library yesterday or not, but if you were, there's a chance that you may have heard a really annoying buzzing sound. For those of you who didn't hear it, there was, in fact, a VERY annoying buzzzzz resounding through the library. It was seriously distracting me, so I went downstairs to find out what it was. I asked the people at one of the front desks, "What's that buzzing...?"
"It's broken," was the snapped response from one of the KIND girls working.

Jee, thanks. THAT didn't answer my question...

"Okay, but what is it? I'm just curious."
"It's the fire alarm. It's broken. Learn to live with it."

Wow. She sure was friendly.
Too bad I didn't have my laptop or an ipod. Otherwise I would have been blissfully drowning out the broken. Oh, wait, I mean the fire alarm.

Monday, March 29, 2010

The Public Library

It's a great place. Very convenient and useful for lots of things. I like to study here. I like to sleep here. I like to work on group projects here. I like to listen to music here. I like to do homework here. I like talk to my friends here. There are numerous things I like to do here. Personally, making out is not one of the things I like to do here. However... There are currently at least two people on the third floor of the UH main library that obviously feel differently than I do. Apparently this is a place for making out. Nice to know.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Over the past year, my life has changed drastically. I'm sure most of ours have. However, there's been a disturbing trend that has developed, which was painfully brought to my attention this evening. Maybe I can get to the point where I can fix the issue, but I think it'll take a lot of effort.
So here's the thing...
I get burnt... A lot. Physically burnt. Tonight I realized that I get burnt almost every single time I cook, so maybe I just get burnt more simply because I cook more. I like cooking though, so hopefully I'll get used to the heat being hot. We'll see.

P.S. I hope you can imagine my tone of voice for this. If you can, it should have been really funny. That was my intent.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Spring Semester 2010

I haven't written a blog in so long. It seem that it's hard for me to write about everyday life, but I feel like that's what blogging should be like. Just a way for me to keep track of my life, whether it's super duper exciting or not. I'm actually in a really exciting time of life right now. I'm applying for jobs and internships, waiting to see if I get to work for NASA next year, praying that I do. Etc.
This semester, engineering finally feels worth it. The first two years I've mostly just hated it. It's stressful, and it's hard, but there really is a point. I mean, there always has been a point, it's just been for somewhere along down the road that I couldn't really see. Now it's starting to come into focus. I can see why I picked a "real" major, and why I haven't given up yet. I'm not sure if this is all gonna be like I imagined it or not, but that's why I'm trying it. I have to try, and I have to find out. I have to chase my dreams no matter how hard it is. If it doesn't work out, I have a lot of other dreams that I can still chase. This one first. I just don't think I'd be able to respect myself as much if I didn't go for it.
I think it's a noble thing to chase your dreams, to follow your heart. I know that I'm doing this for a reason. I know that my life is going to be amazing, even if it's hard or even if it's just everyday life. That's why I'm writing today. Because everyday life is still amazing, still worth capturing.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

So. I have this issue with blogging.

I started a blog so that I could take the things that run through my head and get them out. I have a lot of interesting thoughts that consume a lot of my time. I wouldn't be thinking about things if they weren't interesting. I figured that when I get a blog, I'd be writing all the time, because I'm thinking all the time. My thoughts can entertain me endlessly. I don't get lonely, because I can just let my brain wander, and it occupies me. I come up with great blog ideas all the time. Really, I do. But I don't blog much at all. So I started thinking about this and I realized that (for the most part) it's because I like to keep what I think to myself. Don't get me wrong; I really enjoy talking to people, but I'm not exactly a big fan of taking what I think and sharing it with just anybody who has access to the world wide web and the skills to find my blog. The problem, I think, is feedback. When people just read my blog (and don't comment) I have absolutely no idea what they think about me or what I have to say. I don't mind sharing my thoughts with somebody in person who asks what I'm thinking about and will listen and respond. I'll tell pretty much anyone pretty much anything as long as I feel like they're interested. With blogging, though, I have no idea who is interested in what, so I don't really like sharing. Even as I write this, I keep thinking about just discarding it and keeping these thoughts to myself too. But I won't. Obviously. Or you wouldn't have read this far.

I think that's all... I just find it odd.
And now I want to take a nap even though it's only about noon and I slept well over 8 hours last night...

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My Whole Heart

It's approximately 2a.m. and I'm still awake. Why? Procrastination. Surprised? Not at all. Disappointed? Yeah, a little.
This semester, as with pretty much every other semester ever, it's been my goal to stop procrastinating. Is this even possible? I don't know. Anything's possible. So, yeah. I just have to find a way to do it, and I guess I have to do it a little at a time. Numerous people have "success stories" and they're all different. Few people quit anything "cold turkey" so that's not my goal. My goal is to improve a little here and there. I guess I have improved some. There have been a couple of assignments that I completed ahead of time, or at the very least STARTED ahead of time. I have a presentation tomorrow.
I've done a lot of work on it. I really have, but do I have anything to physically, tangibly show for it? No. Not yet. I don't know why I work like this... But I think it's because it works for me. Sometimes I wish it didn't. If procrastination didn't work, I would probably quit. I've gotten so into the habit of expecting it to work, though, that I continue doing it.
My freshman year in high school, we had an English assignment to write another chapter to The Odyssey, including an illustration. I started on it the night before it was due. I finished it during my morning classes and lunch time. I turned it with the illustration not entirely complete. When our teacher began returning our projects, she announced that she could easily tell who'd worked hard on this and who'd simply done it the night before, and that our grades reflected that. I got nervous. However. When she handed my paper back, I think I had either a 99 or 100. I can't remember which one. Did my grade reflect that I'd finished this assignment AS it was due? I think not. Isn't this such encouragement to continue procrastinating? If others can work on the same thing for days, maybe even weeks and receive the same grade that I get for working on it less than 24 hours, I think I'll take that trade. But the issue is that this doesn't work quite as well in college.
My grades are considerably lower than they were in high school. Many reasons, I suppose. The work is harder. The competition is stronger. The expectations are higher. The classes are larger. Everyone else is getting better, and I still feel sorta stuck where I was in high school. It's rough. I keep trying to change, but the ruts are deep.
There are so many things that I'm really good at, but school just isn't one of them right now.
I work relatively hard. I'm relatively smart. My grades are relatively good.
But I don't work as hard as I could. My grades don't reflect how smart I could be if I entirely applied myself.
The Bible tells me this:
"Slaves, obey your earthly masters in everything; and do it, not only when their eye is on you and to win their favor, but with sincerity of heart and reverence for the Lord. Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving."
When I don't do my homework, I'm not obeying my current earthly masters. I'm not doing it with sincerity of heart and reverence for the Lord. I'm not working with my whole heart. I'm not working as if for the Lord. I'm not serving the Lord Christ.
This is my goal. I want to serve my Lord.

Friday, January 22, 2010

The first thing I'd like to say is that now I understand why Lisa blogs when she wants to put off studying. I've never actually studied for real much... So I'm really just now discovering that when you actually study, you actually need study breaks.
Now for one of my latest dilemmas. I had to write a journal for technical communications, and in the assignment, it indicates that my first paragraph is to be a summary of the short story I had to read. A summary... I've spent the past five years or so getting pounded with anti-summary demands. I feel a little... shocked. I sat for so long with ms word open - trying to type - and I couldn't seem to write a summary knowing that I was about to analyze the story. It just seemed so wrong. No worries. I got it done.
Now I'm just trying to catch up in... well... all my classes except tech. comm. I don't know why school is so hard. I mean, I guess if it was easy we wouldn't learn anything. But still. It's hard.
I've been in a rather dreadful mood since Sunday night. I played basketball - lots of running - and I'm not sure if you're aware, but I hurt my knee at the end of December. Running seems to irritate it, and I think that might be partly why I'm grouchy. It hurts pretty bad, so walking or riding my bike also can cause pain. Whatever though. I'm sure I'll be fine. I just wish I could be in a good mood again though. I don't really know how to fix it.

Monday, January 11, 2010

My Name.

It's Brianna Leigh Morrison. That's who I am.
I am Brianna. I am strong. I am noble. I am virtuous. I am like a hill - like a safe place.
I am also Leigh. I am like a clearing. I am like a meadow. Like a breath of fresh air. A place to be at peace. A place to experience beauty and natural release.

I like knowing who I am. I thought you might like to know too.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Dreaming - minus the terror part.

There's this interesting thing about me that a few people know...
I kind of want to be an astronaut.

There have been times when I claimed that I don't actually want that, but I think it may have been because I don't think it could possibly happen. However, the truth is when I consider going to space, something inside gets bigger, it grows, it leaps. I sorta get butterflies, and it's a little difficult to breathe. Personally, I think that means something...
I don't know why I want this. I honestly can't figure out a really good reason to be an astronaut other than the fact that it's super duper cool. I can't specifically see why I would truly care to be an astronaut.
I mean, I love space, yeah... but it needs to be bigger than that. Just wanting to be an astronaut isn't a good enough reason. I'm sure hundreds of thousands of people have wanted to be an astronaut at some point or another. This desire has to be bigger than just my desires. I need a reason to be an astronaut, a reason to go to space, a reason to work for NASA. Something that will change me, something that will change other people, maybe even something that will change the world. I don't particularly want to do something if it's not going to make a difference.
Well, I'm looking into this. I'm still interested.
But I still don't know if it's possible.

Maybe one day I'll find out.

Sometimes dreams do come true. And in reality, the fact that people don't think it's possible makes me want to do it all the more.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Imaginary Terror - Daydreams vs. Nightmares

Criminal Minds is one of my favorite shows.
Last week, I discovered two channels that show Criminal Minds everyday and found them on the schedule so I could watch it every time it was showing. I could watch it four times a day, everyday, unless it's Wednesday - then I could watch it five times because that's usually when they show the new episode.
The problem is that three of these showings are right before I typically go to bed. Another problem is that being abducted and/or raped and/or murdered are basically my worst fears. The final problem here is that I have a super intensely vivid imagination.
Criminal Minds doesn't usually show anything gruesome like CSI or other crime shows do, but they do a very good job of implying horrific things. If you know me very well, you probably know that I tend to take implications and over analyze them and it just goes too far because of my imagination. This is no different when it comes to Criminal Minds. It gets worse though.
Last night, one of the shows I watched was part one out of two, and they don't show reruns in order so I didn't get to see part two. I didn't know what happened, and it was driving me crazy. Well, I looked them up on imdb.com so that I could find out how it ended. I read the entire synopsis, which doesn't have a whole lot of details, but my brain is even better at taking these too far because it pretty much has free reign. The show kind of harnesses my imagination because of what it doesn't actually display. When I'm reading, however, I have no idea what's on screen and what's not. I can completely imagine everything that happens.
(This is common when I read. Sometimes I can't remember whether something I remember was in a book or a movie because I see the story just as distinctly in either case.)
Anyway, after I finished reading that synopsis, I saw that there were only like twelve episodes after that one until I was caught up on the new season. I decided to read them all. (By the way, it was about one o'clock in the morning, and I was lying in bed fixin to fall asleep.) I read eight or nine of them before I was too tired to keep my eyes open, and I drifted off. Then I had some... interesting dreams.
I'm sure you've all had a dream where you dreamed that you woke up, and then you actually woke up and it was kind of weird. That happened... but it was three or four layers deep.

I had a dream that I was in the car with my brother Greg and his wife Ashley. We saw something laying in the ditch, and Greg got out to check and see what it was. I was in the back seat, and Ashley was driving, but when Greg got out, she drove away and asked if anyone knew I was here. (Not sure why...) She told me to put my head down and hide in the floor board, so I did. (And somehow I was still buckled up, lol) We headed back to the house, and I was trying to figure out what was going on. I asked whose body was in the ditch, and she said it was Greg's. I was really confused because the body had been there before Greg got out of the car. So I asked her where we were going, and she said that we had to go home and tell Greg what had happened. But that didn't make any sense either because she'd just said that Greg's body was in the ditch, so I asked again whose body was in the ditch. To which she again responded that it was Greg's. This seriously wasn't making any sense! I asked once more where we were going, and she replied the same - we had to go home and tell Greg what was going on. I came to the conclusion that she was hysterical and it wasn't possible for me to understand her 'logic' because she didn't even really know what she was doing. Anyway, we got home (but it didn't actually look like their real house. It was their house in the dream, but not actually their house in reality, if that makes sense.) The front door (which once again, didn't look like their real front door) had been broken into and left open, so we got scared and left. When we got back into the car, I woke up terrified and went into the room my parents were staying in to tell them I was scared. (By the way, my parents aren't here. They were here for a few days but have already gone back to Indiana.) When I made sure my parents were okay and talked to them for a few minutes, I started walking back to my room. Now as the "dream me" was walking, the "asleep me" felt someone's arms on mine. I was kind of awake and kind of asleep and I was freaking out, trying to wake up so that I could get this person off of me. It was really hard to wake up, but I started scratching at the hands of whoever was touching me. I was pretty sure they were there to murder me or something. I could hear myself breathing too fast, and I tried to scream, but nothing would come out of my voice. Eventually I woke up, and discovered that it was Greg shaking me, trying to get me out of the nightmare. And then I actually woke up for real, and I was alone in my room - still breathing too fast and trying to scream.

So let me recap real quick... I had a dream that Greg died, I woke up to go talk to my parents, and then I woke up to Greg shaking me, and then I woke up from all my dreams. I'm not sure if that's three or four layers deep. I woke up three times... all inside the other.
It was so weird. And I was so scared. I laid there for a while trying to calm down so I could go back to sleep and NOT have anymore nightmares. I hate nightmares. I couldn't get it all out of my head, so I read some scriptures and prayed and thought pretty thoughts about good things. Eventually I went back to sleep and didn't have anymore bad dreams.
This has disturbed me, though.
Maybe I just need to stop watching Criminal Minds altogether... But I really don't want to.
Dr. Spencer Reid is one of my absolute favorite characters of all time, even though he's not possible - with an IQ of 187, a nearly perfect photographic (eidetic) memory, and a reading speed of 20,000 words per minute. He's SO smart, and insanely analytical and intelligent. Everything he says makes sense, and he can figure things out that nobody else can. He notices details that none of the other characters think might be important, even though they are. He's one of the most sensitive despite that he's had some of the more painful struggles, which include kidnapping, torturing, forced drug abuse, and a gun shot to the knee. I love the way he evaluates and understands people.
Oh, and in case you don't know, Criminal Minds is about the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. It's their job to evaluate and analyze people. I think I like it because I have a natural tendency to do that. I often read into people and their behaviors and notice small details that a lot of other people don't and then I analyze them and try to figure out more about the deeper causes. This show was so interesting because it helped me realize that what I do is actually somewhat logical. They find killers based on patterns and behavior. I don't try to find killers or anything, but I do try to relate to people based on patterns and their behavior. I just can't help it. I guess since their job kind of relate-able for me, I really don't want to stop watching it.

Maybe I'll just start recording the shows and watching them in the mornings.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Over time I've become pretty convinced that my life and music are very complexly intertwined.
I can hardly imagine how dull life would be without music.
Just think about it... Movies wouldn't be nearly as captivating or dramatic without music. The songs bring the screen, the story, to life. Music evokes emotion. Some things you can only feel through hearing, feeling music. It encourages action. Have you ever just wanted to DANCE when you heard a song? I know I have. In fact, that happens to me all the time.

Also, the reverse is true. Not only does music cause emotion - emotions inspire music. Songs are born when there seems to be no other way to express what's inside. No other way that truly represents the combination of feelings and thoughts and desires, etc. It's those times when you're so happy you could sing. Times when you're hurt but don't know how tell anyone or what words to use. Songs can express it all.
Oh, and love. Love songs. Love is one of the strongest emotions that exists, and it's created SO many songs.
Probably more than everything else combined.

And I love how diverse music is. Pretty much *everyone* loves some kind of music or another. Some people love to play music, some people love to write music, some people love to just listen to music.
Basically... I. love. music.
And I can't imagine my life without it.