Music.

For the last few days I've really been thinking about the little things that bring true joy to my life.

Music is definitely one of those things.

I've realized that I'm constantly listening to music, whether it be while I'm doing homework, walking to school, vacuuming the floor, or even just bumming around my house. Even when I'm not physically listening to music, I'm at least thinking about it; I've got some sort of beat going on in my head that's in continual transition and never stops.

You would think that would get annoying, but it's not. I love it. Well, unless I get some obnoxious song like "Whip My Hair" stuck in my head. Then it's not so fun. Usually I can drown it out with some Fitz & the Tantrums, though. Or Matisyahu. Anything awesome like that and I'm good to go.

The music I listen to often reflects what I'm feeling in that moment. I tend to associate certain songs with certain people. That's just the way it is. I've also found that I sometimes daydream about dancing. For instance, I'll be in the library studying my brain out when all of a sudden a bumpin' song will come on my iPod and I'll immediately be whisked away into a world where I just get up and start dancing. The best part is when people will randomly start joining in with me instead of looking at me like an escapee from an asylum (as they probably should).

But what can I say? It might seem crazy, but I just love music. I can't deny it. It brings a certain discernible happiness to my soul that I have a hard time finding anywhere else.

[P.S. The picture above is a collage I'm working on of my all-time favorite albums. It's a work in progress.]