You’re probably wondering how we can have a Flashback Friday when The Guys never sang the song that inspired today’s title. I apologize; sometimes, you have to be in my brain to be able to follow along…. :p
I was going through various social media/news feeds last night and was again saddened at the amount of fighting, dissent, hate and general discord that pervades it all these days. I think our world is in turmoil, and everyone feels very strongly about what is wrong, what is right and what needs to be done to fix it. But along the way, we are forgetting how to be nice. I miss the times when two people could disagree and it didn’t mean that one of them was any of the number of popular names and insults that we hear thrown around; it didn’t mean that your friendship was in jeopardy. I wish there was a time when more people believed that we have more similarities than differences, and that we could treat each other with a little more respect and understanding.
I wished that more people could believe that WE ARE LOVE.
I remember my first Il Volo concert in Chicago. I remember how my heart nearly burst when this song started to play. I am sure that not every person in the Chicago Theater agreed about politics, foreign policy, or was raised with the exact same core belief system, but for that night, we were one. We were all enjoying the same music, and being equally blown away by The Guys. There was love among us that night.
Won’t you flashback with me? What are some of your favorite memories/feelings of your first concert with Il Volo?