Thinking Out Loud

Tonight we attended the Killers' Concert and there were many lessons I learned: 1) I give because I can and because I want to. On our walk from the Joseph Smith Building to the Vivint Arena we were skipping and a gentleman joined in while singing "We're off to see the Wizard." It was endearing. We asked him what he was up to and he proceeded to admit that he was homeless and living in a tent. He explained that he was actually in need of $28 for an application. I told him that I just so happened to have $30. I pulled out my wallet and gave him $30 plus $5 for good measure. He was positively delighted. I know some wondered why I would give to him and whether it was really legit, but honestly, I don't care what he does with the money for "Ask and ye shall receive." He is my brother and he is not as fortunate as I when it comes to currency. So I shared my surplus. And as we waited for the light to change, I noticed a beggar in a wheel chair. His sign sai...

The past few days have been epic. We went and saw The Greatest Showman and then the Broadway musical Aida. All I can say is Music Moves Me! I learned it isn't this way for everyone for my friend said he thinks musicals are unrealistic and weird, "like who really just all the sudden bursts out in song:" Clearly this person doesn't experience his emotions like I do. For me it is perfectly normal to process my emotions musically. I burst out in song all the time in my head. For example, when I glimpse the sun setting symphonies course through my mind. When I hike in the mountains I hear hallelujah choruses. Likewise, when I listen to Beethoven or the Strumbellas, my soul takes flight. I don't know why music moves me so? I don't know why others don't feel similar strains of joy deep down inside their souls? And what is it about a man that can dance and sing that is so damn sexy? I swear watching Hugh Jackman and Zach Efron filled my heart with glee. And ev...