heart on overdrive

Someone once told me that the things you love could tell you a lot about yourself. What you are passionate about shows what kind of person you are, and what tickles your fancy actually gives away your character. So, Aya, what do you love?

Me? Hmm… I love Van Gogh and Monet, though I lean on Van Gogh more...I love art. I love that art is such a non constricting form of expression. That you could simply slap some paint on a canvas and declare that it’s art. I love looking at stacks of blank canvases and imagine what I could come up with all of it. I love how color can tell you a story as though you were reading it. But I also love how black and white images have this breath taking feel to it... I love telling stories, in any form I could. I’d like to think that I have a lot to tell. I love painting pictures with my words. I love pouring my soul into a piece of paper, and writing till my fingers can barely feel. I love constructing words into a concrete and tangible state… I love music. More than love actually. As any form of expression, it has become a part of me. I love hearing a song from the first few chords down to the last pluck of the strings. I love how each song has a different way of capturing my heart. I love singing my heart out. I love hitting every note right. I love the rush I get whenever I sing in front of people. The feeling of vulnerability once you step on stage and the feeling of triumph and relief once you’re off, knowing you gave it everything you had. But I still love singing in the shower. Belting at the top of my lungs without a care in the world someone’s going to hear me… I love dancing. I love being able to dance out of constrains and the constrictions of my body. I love dancing in parties, being pressed onto one another in a cramped dance floor and dancing with anybody in sight. I also love dancing by myself in my room. Getting things done while moving to the music blaring from my speakers in only my underwear… I love musical theater. I love the challenge of using three talents all at once. I love escaping into a totally different person. I love being a thespian… I love basketball. I love the drive I get whenever we train, the needed push for me to go on. I love pace. I love being able to steal the ball from the opponent. I love the feeling I get whenever the ball sails smoothly through the air and shoots. I love the thrill and passion the game concocts. I love the complications behind every play. I love the character this sport builds on you… I love summer. I love seeing April-showers bloom, with its beautiful yellow and red flowers out of its trees. I love the sun. I love the freedom summer has… On the other hand, I love going to school. I love feeding my mind. I love being able to learn things I don’t know. I love the stress. And I love seeing my friends five days a week…I love the little things, the miscellaneous. I love riding a car with the windows down and my hair being blown by the wind. I love lilies when they have just bloomed. I love hugs. I love laughing genuinely. I love gratification. I love being able to help other people out. I love licking of chocolate of my fingers. I love hot showers. I love the fruity smell my shampoo leaves on my hair. I love my closet being color coordinated. I love pictures. I love thinking about the stores behind every captured moment. I love being able to fit well in my jeans. i love intelligent conversations. I love being able to put my opinions on the table. I love blowing bubbles. i love the patches of light that shoot out from the shade of the tree. I love my personality and the fact that I am a bundle of complications and contradictions. I love being me, cliché as it is. And there are so many things I love, but I don’t have the time, energy, and space to type them all down.

So, Aya, what do you love?

an excerpt from http://soundcandy.multiply.com/journal