he Flash Mob. From the very first time I ever saw a video of a flash mob, I cried. In fact, every time I see one I cry. I have been bewildered by this phenomenon until recently. I watched another one today and with tears just streaming down my face it dawned on me why I cry every dang time.
Some of you may know that I recently enrolled in school again. It has only been 9 months, but it has been exhausting and exhilarating. I love the things I am studying and I love the people I go to school with. I've been blessed to be able to study with my physical body, my intellect, and my soul. I know it sounds hokey, but it's true. My studies have helped me to see the world in a new light and I think this has led to my sudden understanding of why these flash mobs make me cry. I want to contribute to the peace and happiness, love and respect in the world. There are so many terrible things happening in the world: war, famine, genocide, disease, and destruction. And with the upcoming political race for president, people seem to be showing their meanest, ugliest sides. With so much negative in the world, I feel like the somewhat silly flash mobs play a small part in balancing those scales.
We begin with a group of people working together to create a performance, a work of art in its own right. Then they perform for the everyday person, free of charge, in a place which is usually filled with people who are hurried or stressed: a train station, a shopping mall, or the most recent one I watched, a train itself. The observers are unexpectedly uplifted and cheered by the surprise gift and the performers are entitled to a feeling of accomplishment and peace knowing they have cheered their fellow man and woman.
Seriously, I cry every single time.