Where do I even start
(Note: I have written this article some three months ago, saved it as a draft to be published but then it seemed for some strange reason it disappeared and got lost forever. But I feel very lucky to have found it today.)
It is a cloudy day, it rains here and there. Right now it is dry but a storm could start any minute… It wasn’t like that yesterday or the whole previous week. At moments, the summer heat was so unbearable that I had to pour water on my head couple times a day. And yet, those days were some of the greatest of this whole year. Mostly because I had the chance to see and hear my muse, Norah Jones, live at the Colours of Ostrava festival. After her show I overheard someone talking about her: “Yeah, she might not be wild and energetic on the stage compared to others, but you can feel the honesty from her and her songs…” and I couldn’t agree more. For me, she was the highlight of the whole festival.
I have to at least mention some of the others. Birdy and her angel-like voice were incredibly touching. I believe that this girl will go places. She already has. And yet I still feel from her the down-to-earth approach and modesty. At the same time, she can touch your heart with her voice if you let her. LP — Was. Amazing. Lively. I’m lost for words. Her voice, her energy, her animality. Imagine Dragons. What more can I say? At times it felt as if there really were dragons waking up to life. Pierce Brothers. For me a great surprise. Because of their music, style, power and approach. Definitely the kind of people you would like to hang out with to chat, have a beer and sing songs. And last but not least — Nihils. Young men whose music might be similar to others’ (as some have said) but they still manage to have their own style and tune that is captivating. There were plenty of others as well, but for now, that is not as important to me as the feeling that I have in me from these four days.
It feels as if some invisible gate has opened up for me and I have walked through it not knowingly. And it feels amazing, don’t get me wrong. But it also feels as if I don’t recognise myself or the place I live in right now, even though I have spent most of my life here. I see familiar faces and places, and yet I feel like something has changed. This is probably how you realise that things change all the time. It could be because of a person. Or a situation. Or a word or a thought. What is important is the change itself. And you — being open to this change. Just don’t panic, take a deep breath and enjoy the feeling.
This is what it means to live a full life. To feel and accept the change. No matter the situation or circumstances.
I am not going to write anything more for now as I am off to enjoy this feeling and newfound reality.