The Beauty of Everything

introduction

I went to concert once when I was a freshman. While the name of the band doesn't matter, they were my favorite band at the time. My now ex-friend and I had pushed our way towards the front of the crowd. What that person did to become my ex-friend doesn't matter either; what happened, happened. Now they're just a particle of dust atop the big picture.

The lead singer was jumping around and singing as usual. It suddenly struck me: these people are real. These idols I had worshipped for months were no longer imaginary, fictional people I had only seen in photographs or videos online. They were actual living people. Now I'm sure you're thinking:

Oh course they're real people. Why would you think they weren't real people?

Well you see, I listened to their music every day and followed multiple blogs about them. Everyday I would look at thousands of pictures and read every piece of information on them. I fit every dictionary description of a stalker. With all that being said, somehow they didn't seem real. I have seen every captured photo of them, but never had I seen them with my own eyes. It wasn't some fake mythical band someone had made up. While I hadn't done anything with my life, these people were living their dream. They had taken their ordinary life and made it spectacular. The entire concert I stood shocked with the realization of this.

I guess you could compare it to when a religious man says he saw God. Often times, the faith of that man will have been made stronger. His belief in God is secured. People that claim to have seen Him say that a miracle occurred. That their eyes have been opened and their blinders removed.

Now before people start complaining, I did not worship a music group as a god. Nor did I see God at some punk pop concert. However, that insignificant concert opened my eyes. I finally saw that my life, my future, is what I want it to be. That it's possible to end up doing something beautiful and amazing. I can give my life meaning.

I also realized that the world isn't just something you see online. It's all real and exists. Outside of my small city, there's a world for me to see with billions of people to meet. It doesn't matter if they're a celebrity. They breathe the same air as I do and stand in the same places as I do. It doesn't matter if a person is straight, gay, or transgender. We're all just people living together. We all exist with thoughts and feelings. All of us share the same world even if we live completely different lives. I realized that I, too, am a living part of the world. I'm not just some lesser particle taking up someone else's oxygen supply. I have the same potential as everybody else.

Among an enormous group of sweating, dancing people, I found a sense of peace. Suddenly I wasn't so unhappy with myself. I didn't feel I needed to wish to be someone else. I can be whoever I want to be, and I can do whatever I want to do.

So that's what I did.