Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I went to a concert tonight. And it happened to me, what happens every time I see somebody perform. I arrived without any expectations. Neutral. No more no less. Feeling content. But then, she started singing, and she's such a good singer. So passionate about her profession. So to the point and spot on.

    When I see this. When I listen to it. I start hearing something from myself. Is it passion? Is it love? Something in that direction. I start to remember the feeling of being deeply, head over heels, blindly passionate about something – in love with someone.

    It's difficult for anyone to trust that scary gut feeling, when it constantly has been letting you down. But to love life and all the small parts of it, well, why not? I watch towards the stage. Keep on singing.

    The performance gives me hope. I still remember how to use my heart. See with it. Listen with it. Just feel with it. I don't want to hide it.

    The show ends. She walks off the stage. Leaving a memory of one beautiful song following the other. And I'm walking away, thinking that one day, I might walk straight up onto that stage again.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.