Standing in a stadium surrounded by 60,000 others all singing at the top of their lungs and filled with complete euphoria is an indescribable experience; an experience that stays with a person for years to come.

If you have ever been to a concert of an artist you love, no matter the size of the fanbase, you know that once their songs echo around the arena and their voices hit your ears, you're lost in your own little world that contains only yourself and the artist.

The language of music, the poetry of music is seen, heard and felt universally. It is one of the few binding elements that bring people together. The diversity in an arena is just like any other, like someone scooped up everyone on a city block and put them in the same venue. Just last night at a concert in San Francisco I sat by a middle-aged man with a thick accent who drank far too much wine to my left, and a group of women who swayed and danced the whole night in front of me. For one night, all of our differences were united, the differences that make each and every one of us unique were shared in the same ubiquitous space that was overcome by the language of music. Music is, and can be viewed as a language of love, even in the moments where the energy in the arena is palpable. Always let music be a prominent factor in your life, let it move you, inspire you, guide you, and encourage you to live a colorful and extraordinary life.