Beloved

In grand 'old enough to know better, too young to care' style, I went to a local band concert at the local town club last night.



I can still hear my ears ringing, my clavicle still throbs with the bass, my lower back is still complaining of the pains of standing for three and a half hours without much movement...

and yet...

there is a sense of belonging at a concert, a sense of having a specific role, knowing exactly who you are and where you are supposed to be. How many places in this world do you know exactly how you fit into the grand scheme of things? There I was just another crazy concert goer, and that's all I needed to be. But when you wake up in the morning, do you know who you are supposed to be?