The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances
People who know me are quite aware that I'm an overly sensitive and emotional person, but not a lot of people realize just how emotional I get over the simplest of things. I remember a few years ago I started bawling at a Hallmark commercial. Yeah, it's that bad.
At times, I try and steel myself to something's tear-inducing effects by watching or listening to it several times over until I get it all out of my system. This can make car rides hazardous to my health. When I first started singing along to the Wicked soundtrack, the song Defying Gravity always caused me to go into bawling sniffles and snorts causing snot to come out of my nose (this is why I keep tissues in the car thank you). That is to say, I listened to the damn song for nearly 2 hours on repeat driving up to the mountains, my eyes misty whilst I blubbered away just trying to get through the lines "And if you dare to find me, look to the Western sky" without causing hiccups and a car accident. But I thought I got it all out of my system.
However, even with all that emotional sabotage I threw upon myself, there are days when I will still sniffle and get that knot in my throat singing along with it. Just listening to it, strangely enough, will not cause nearly as much of a problem. Odd.
This brings us to the point of today's post. This damn thing:
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Yes, most of you all know about Where The Hell is Matt. There are tons of his videos floating around online and I'm sure he's been done to death (no sexual innuendos there, thx). Yet this one, this particular one, will make me cry.
That uncomfortable heat starts crawling up my chest to my throat about the time he's dancing around in Zambia and then I go for broke and can't hold it in any longer in India. That awesome little move he does with all the beautiful dancers Gurgaon, India just... I can't explain it. It's so gorgeous, and perfect, and respectful.
Several months ago I wrote to him saying "Whether or not it was meant to, I've been inspired to not be afraid anymore." I didn't get a response back, but that wasn't the point. Since then, I'd forgotten all about my comment , but whenever I hear that song it makes me remember to be bolder, stronger, and to live.
so thanks, Matt. Even through those gorram tears. Thanks.
At times, I try and steel myself to something's tear-inducing effects by watching or listening to it several times over until I get it all out of my system. This can make car rides hazardous to my health. When I first started singing along to the Wicked soundtrack, the song Defying Gravity always caused me to go into bawling sniffles and snorts causing snot to come out of my nose (this is why I keep tissues in the car thank you). That is to say, I listened to the damn song for nearly 2 hours on repeat driving up to the mountains, my eyes misty whilst I blubbered away just trying to get through the lines "And if you dare to find me, look to the Western sky" without causing hiccups and a car accident. But I thought I got it all out of my system.
However, even with all that emotional sabotage I threw upon myself, there are days when I will still sniffle and get that knot in my throat singing along with it. Just listening to it, strangely enough, will not cause nearly as much of a problem. Odd.
This brings us to the point of today's post. This damn thing:
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Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Yes, most of you all know about Where The Hell is Matt. There are tons of his videos floating around online and I'm sure he's been done to death (no sexual innuendos there, thx). Yet this one, this particular one, will make me cry.
That uncomfortable heat starts crawling up my chest to my throat about the time he's dancing around in Zambia and then I go for broke and can't hold it in any longer in India. That awesome little move he does with all the beautiful dancers Gurgaon, India just... I can't explain it. It's so gorgeous, and perfect, and respectful.
Several months ago I wrote to him saying "Whether or not it was meant to, I've been inspired to not be afraid anymore." I didn't get a response back, but that wasn't the point. Since then, I'd forgotten all about my comment , but whenever I hear that song it makes me remember to be bolder, stronger, and to live.
so thanks, Matt. Even through those gorram tears. Thanks.