Sharing…is caring…?

Here’s something I wrote a while ago…but it’s been on my mind for the past few days, so here it is (taken from my blog).

As I sat there watching the violinist move his bow across the strings of his well worn instrument, as I reveled in the moment, as the music washed over me arousing emotions that had lain dormant within me for months if not years, as the guitarists picked at the strings of their instruments creating the most beautiful of harmonies, I smiled the smile of a person enjoying true satisfaction. Music has a power over me like nothing else in this world; when I listen to music I am transformed from a mere mortal, a runner in the great rat-race of this world to a spiritual being, bonding with my soul and my Maker. Music completes me, without it I would go insane. Unfortunately I never learned to play any instruments (something i hope to remedy in the coming years) but music is nevertheless a passion of mine. When I listen to a song I am not simply listening to the general blend of instruments and vocals. No, the music comes alive in my mind as each element of the piece unravels creating a beautiful tapestry of absolute perfection and beauty.

So there I sat, taking in the perfection of the violin music flowing over me, when suddenly I was overcome by an overpowering desire to share this extremely intimate moment with the world. It bothered me, after all this was private. My emotions. I debated myself for a few minutes and lost. Unable to stop myself, I pulled out my phone and updated my Facebook profile, telling the world about the stunning concert I was at.