Emotions.
What are, they, really? Don't you think that humans are amazing, that we can truly feel? I know they're not always good, but they're always still astounding.
I can feel all these things at once, all so strong but sometimes, not one is strong enough to dominate over the others. It's a balance, perhaps.
And I think - this is provoked by the song that's playing; this emotion comes from a memory provoked by a smell drifting past on a breeze; this feeling is foolish but I can't let it go; this is elation; this is empathy; how can I feel this much affection; why don't I care more; I don't want to sleep because reality is more exciting, tangible, intriguing.

And these feelings are in my chest, my stomach, my throat - I can feel the feelings, physically. They're making me think, I'm typing here because I'm in wonder.

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Do you ever feel like you're teetering on the edge of something huge, something awesome?
I think that's life. It's because there is so much more out there than we can ever have at one time, and that's what makes it worth it, even when everything around you seems hopeless. I am always trying to sort out how I feel about life, and what I'm aiming for, and where I'm going.

Tonight I am happy - do you realise how amazing music is? Do you, though? Do you ever just listen to a piece of music - with or without words - and wonder how a set of twelve tones can be manipulated to make such an amazing emotional connection with every individual so that everyone feels something different? Do you ever imagine how life would be without music? It's unfathomable. It is a part of every culture, every tradition, every event, everything. Music is ingrained in our memories - we can hear a single note, or a single bar, and feel strong emotions within an instant, because it's connected with something we felt years ago. I can't really put it into words, but there it is - music is, for me, the greatest gift that I've been given.

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Sometimes my thoughts are interesting - mostly they are not. But I have decided to have an outlet for when those interesting moments come along. Mostly I just find myself observing the world around me and being enthralled or amused.
This morning, standing on the bus, I glanced down at the guy next to me and was delighted to encounter the nerdiest guy who has ever existed - comprising all the neccessary elements of ginger beard, lack of fashion sense and fantasy novel in hand. That guy was so cool. I would have liked to shake his hand...but I don't really like touching strangers.
October smells like spring - I don't know what it is, it's not neccessarily flowers or trees, it's just something in the air that smells fresh and warm. It smells like my birthday and the onset of Christmas, and I love it. (Probably just for the presents.)

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