Dawning Creations

The words of wisdom from a person’s struggling past.

The world goes on turning and leaving many generations behind. It never ceases to amaze me when someone tells me that I have common sense and that I am going to go places… I look at them as if they have lobsters coming out of their ears. It’s not that I don’t believe that my hard work will pay off it’s just that I feel that I have very far to go to get where I want to be. This past Monday, Monday the 15^th, I had a very life changing experience. I spent the whole night and day in New York City with one of my closest and newest friends, Ann Marie. She won tickets to see one of our favorite singers in concert at Webster Hall, MIKA. I had myself convinced that it wasn’t going to happen, something was going to wrong or that it was a scam. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of actually seeing MIKA as my first ever concert and first time in NYC.  I wasn’t necessarily being pessimistic. I just figured it was too good to be true. However, I was completely wrong in every way. The trip ended up being an overwhelming success. It felt surreal as we passed each monument and skyscraper with ease. It felt amazing to ride the subway and feel the city’s atmosphere-which is completely amazing by the way. Everyone who we have spoken with were kind and helpful. It was just mind blowing. I went there expecting danger and annoyances at every corner. I was so certain the crowds, pollution and busy bustle of the city would drive me mad. Oddly enough, it was the complete antithesis. I loved how with the large crowds we could cross the streets with no trouble or time wasted, how the subways would get us where we needed to go within minutes, how the buildings seemed to stretch for endless  miles into the sky and how central park made the city tranquil, escaping all of the crowds and traffic. The concert really made me gain a whole new respect for singers, especially MIKA. He pranced on stage as if it didn’t even bother him, after admitting he was terribly nervous. His charisma and energy was great. The crowd went wild as he announced that that night was the first of his Origin of Love Tour! He was just as we expected: wild, jumping high up into the air, smiling and just brilliant in every way. Like most of the fans, my heart melted a little as he approached our side of the stage. Reason being was that he was only a foot away. It was just incredible. The part of that night that made me gain the most respect for him was after the show, when he came out to go to his hotel. He was very tired and it showed. As the large group of fans cascaded him, blocking him from even leaving the curb. Ann and I tried to make our way through so she could get an autograph. She managed to get one and I was so grateful for her. He was so generous with his time, making sure that he got almost everyone. Then, as I went to shake his hand, this one fan ran into his arms and gave him a huge hug. She said, “I was at a couple of your shows. Do you remember me?”  Instead of being rude towards her for her embrace, he immediately smiled and hugged her tightly, accidentally bumping my hand back saying, “ of course I remember you! How are you?!” I didn’t hear her reply because I was too stunned. He was so nice. After their short embrace and exchange of words, he climbed sluggishly into his Van and we watched him get driven off for a night of well-deserved rest after a great show. To me, seeing him treat her the way he did was better than actually getting a hug or hand shake because to me, seeing someone shine in a humble and kind way towards others is worth more than physical embraces. I gained an exuberant amount of respect and admiration for him as a person as well as a performer. Life definitely has a lot to teach me and I’m more than willing to learn its lessons. This was something that I felt was important to share because it taught me a lot about expectations. I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life and am grateful to have experienced it…. 

AN ASIDE: Writing is one of my personal catharses because I can really just express myself free of judgment and condemnation. When you write and people read what you have written, it is strictly open for interpretation, unless said otherwise. You can say what ever comes to your mind in  a poem without being stopped or interrupted. You can cry, scream or laugh when writing and there’s no prying eyes there to gander at your misfortune or to make you feel guilt for your happiness. It’s just pure, like nature. It’s pure creativity and honesty. We can be honest when we write because there’s nothing there to stop us from bearing all. It’s  a beautiful art because it allows people to see us as we really are, not just how we look and appear to be. There doesn’t need to be facades with writing. If you’re like me and have trouble with finding the right words to speak, while attempting to express yourself in the right manner, writing is most likely your escape too. I don’t need an extensive amount of people to read my blogs or comment on my pictures or like everything I post on here or facebook to know it’s worth something. If I touch one person at a time, that’s enough to make me smile and feel like I’m doing something good. Even in this world where life can sometimes be a popularity contest, it’s good to remember that the ones who may have many people in their lives, may be the loneliest people of all. Life isn’t always as clear as it may seem. It’s confusing and leads us in many different directions. But if you take the time to really learn and let yourself experience these mistakes and successes, you’ll grow. You’ll learn about yourself, your capabilities and the way you really are outside of your social and personal pressures. That’s what I learned from this little trip to NYC. I learned more about who I am and who I want to be. I want to be more daring and even more adventurous. I want to try new things, regardless of failure or success. I want to be confident in myself and to know myself. I can’t express these things spoken because it might take to long to get it out. Writing is my catharsis.. Let the healing and progress begin!

Here are some pictures from the MIKA concert! I hope you all like them 🙂 SOME OF THEM ARE A LITTLE FUZZY BECAUSE THERE WAS A LOT OF SMOKE BLOWING. BUT I LIKE THEM ANYWAY. 😀