I watched a video about a month ago that stuck with me since I first watched it. It’s a poem written by a man with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder about a girlfriend. I watched it because I was interested in the OCD aspect of the video but I really wasn’t prepared for impactful it would be. The emotion and passion that comes from that reading just blew my mind. It moved me. I wasn’t watching it to be moved, I was watching it because I wanted to see this man’s OCD on display. But wow, it moved me.
I remember seeing a performance featuring Yo-Yo Ma and a dancer name Lil Buck. A surprising collaboration with a marvelous result. Just seeing the gracefulness of a performer that wouldn’t be classified “graceful” completely moved me. The passion, the skill, the movement, the dissonance between classical music and hip hop dancing. It moved me. Something so simple, yet literally breathtaking. It electrified every fiber of my being.
I saw a movie called “Dear Zachary”. A friend recommended it with a warning “it will rock you to your core”. It took a long time for me to get the courage to watch it. What it was was the most emotional and gut wrenching film I have ever seen. I have never been moved by a film like I was when I watched it. There are movies that when they are finished you just have to sit and take in and contemplate for a while. This was like that, but I still think about it years later. It moved me. Man, how it moved me.
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Finally, I was watching a scene in the show Breaking Bad where the main character has to make the decision between about half a million dollars and missing the birth of his daughter. He chose the money. Was the money worth missing the experience? This got me thinking about times in my life that I experienced something that was more than art, something more than music, something that was for me and me alone. I remember the day I got married. My soon to be wife and I getting ready to start a life together. There were other people there but in my mind it was her and I. That moment was for us. I was changed by that moment. When I said “I do”, it moved me.
I remember the birth of our first child. There is nothing that can compare to the feeling of seeing new life. I was truly moved. Each of my children as they came into the world created a moment in my life that I will never forget. I remember the way the light was streaming in through the window. I remember the smell of the room. I remember the nervousness and the fear and the joy through all the pain. I remember being moved to my very soul.
This is what moves me. Art, music, movies, dancing, it all flows with passion and emotion. But what really moves me is those things that remind me of what is most precious to me. Those things that bring back the feeling I had when I first laid eyes on those I treasure the most. What moves you? If you know me you know that what moves me the most is those I keep close to me.
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