You get excited or relieved when you get your ticket, waiting patiently with others for the time when you would be let into the arena. You are expecting the usual but can’t help expect the unexpected. When the time comes you are either pushing your way through or letting others get in before you do but you somehow cannot seem to dampen that competitiveness which makes you push too in hopes of getting that perfect spot. You look around you noticing how similar the crowd is to you, all having the same desire. And as you stand there listening to people belt out the tunes of their heart/mind or soul you cannot help but understand their feelings. You watch yourself connecting yourself to their moods, their deepest thoughts, their frustrations, their happiness and their very existence. Sometimes you grudgingly connect while other times you are happy to connect to them.
As time passes more entities enter the arena, you wonder in awe how neatly the ground is able to take all of this load. But your thoughts and excitement is disturbed when you notice a moshpit growing near you,the day’s frustrations are being let out, you watch the people shoving and cussing at each other with amusement hoping to see some real action while dreading being pulled in it too as it just might ruin the things/clothes you have on. Many people who disapprove of the moshpit ask the moshers to quieten down or they move away muttering about the inconvenience. You once again look around you and chuckle at how united the people are… It is a hot pot of different races, cultures, beliefs, thoughts and sizes. Normally we would scrunch up our noses at the thought of body odor or being smeared by sweat but right now everything goes. You see the little people perched like birds on top of the bigger people, try to pull one of them off and you just might rip off the host’s clothes or end up with a black eye.
Never would you have ever seen a more united bunch, put them together in a different location and they just might kill each other but all of them have something in common so everything goes… At other times they might have turned a blind eye to a person in need but not now, they help their brother, a friend in need. Some are sharing while others are being selfish but you don’t care because you understand their feelings.
Suddenly you peek out and realize that the train is approaching your station, with a smile and a final glance back you get off the train… Your wish is going to come true soon, you get to go back home.
Life is indeed one huge auditorium filled with many gigs.
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What happened to the quintessential local train mosh..???