The following is copied from a personal Facebook post that came during the final academic time crunch of my college career. I took countless breaks from my studies to take part in the endless story that is being human and being able to feel.
Music makes me cry. Not sad music. Not emotionally significant music. Not music played at a moment in a film when something sad or powerful is happening.
The very knowledge that I was created a member of a species that can place their souls in something outside of spoken and written word . . . something so intangible and incomprehensible . . . something like a pensive cello suite, a rowdy Broadway showtune, an electrifying rock ballad, a feverish Masai chant . . . something linking us and only us with our fellow human beings in the experience that is feeling . . .
This brings me to tears.