ABOUT MUSIC N.1 (and how I got proud)

I just got back from the most astonishing show I've ever been to.

I mean we all know I adore music, WHICH WE ALL DO I reckon, but I particularly favor music that brings me inspiring thoughts, that makes me think with a better mindset and makes me massively hopeful. I guess that's the difference between me and other music lovers, or who knows. 'Cause all of us enjoy music, at least one genre. I don't care about genres. Honestly I don't give a damn.

I see or perceive something about music that brings my body and mind to a completely different state. I don't care if it's rock, rap or pop. I prefer any of those. I don't see a difference between genres, I see a difference between songs.

Back to why I wanted to talk about music. I just experienced one of those moments in your life when you realize that there is actually little you require to become purely and genuinely joyful, even if it's just for a minute. It was x Ambassadors' show. The title of this post is actually so true. I mean I know myself well and I thought there was little that could suprise me yet but today I found myself feeling different than usually and it was PRIDE that I felt.

And to be honest I'm not proud very often. Being proud of someone else is a thing you need to embrace before you start experiencing it, 'cause sometimes you want to be proud of someone so bad but you just can't, sometimes it's jealousy sometimes anger. I mean there is honestly nothing wrong with that, we are human and we happen to be selfish. But be conscious of those moments when you find yourself really and honestly proud and happy for someone else than you. It's a pure beauty.

And today I was extremely proud and jubilant of those people standing on the stage. As I said before I am so easy to get inspired and thrilled so this was kind of a blow to my senses which are normally used to blowing off candles and becoming all jolly about the smell. And before I went there I was kinda bored or more like not expecting that much, but believe me, this surprised me.

And I don't wish to explain what songs did they sing or how cute they were. That weren't the things that ispired me this much. It was the moment when they stepped on the stage and I stared at four young people, two of whom were walking in the front. After like five seconds I noticed that one of them was carrying a cane. He was blind. This guy, a brother of the singer, plays the keyboard and honestly I've never ever in my life seen someone more talented and more cool. It was insanely beautiful. He and his brother, who is an incredible singer, were both attacking my sensitive inspiration-catching receptors like cats hunting down their prey. Shout out to Sam and Casey Harris, who from now on have a special place in my heart.

Casey was a ball of energy himself. So was Sam and others in this awesome band. But you know what? Casey made them all look tiny next to him. He was the one rocking the show and he was the one rocking himself. I loved how caring and thoughtful they both, Casey and Sam, were. Today I realized that pride is nothing you can affect. You can pretend it or try to be proud but it's no use. Our pride has its special place in ourselves, waiting hidden for moments like this. Pride doesn't want to be used in vain. Our pride is somewhere in our heads saving itself for a rainy day, or maybe for a sunny one. So don't tell yourself to be proud when you don't really feel like it. And trust me you'll know it when it comes.