Uncanny how similar today is to that day 17 years ago for me…
It was on a Tuesday morning when it happened, and today is a Tuesday. It was a beautiful, clear, crisp September morning (quite similar to how it is here today in Northern Arizona). Beautiful blue skies. I remember enjoying my walk to the subway station that morning on my way to work because it really was quite a remarkable day. Unfortunately, I had no idea how remarkable it would become, and not in a good way.
I don’t really want to rehash everything here that happened that day. Suffice it to say it was shocking in a horrific way, and it did change my life. As a result of what happened that day, I ended up moving across the country less than a year later, and switched careers from law to music. Life really is too short, and sadly, that event made me realize it harshly.
Since then, I have made the switch completely over to being a full-time musician, and I have never looked back. I’ve been able to make a living (albeit a meager one) as a musician, and I feel as though I’m contributing a lot more to the world as a result than staying in a profession where I wasn’t happy anyway, and where I wasn’t really helping anyone except large corporations and a few partners at the law firms where I worked make more and more profits for themselves. Hate to say it, but I think Shakespeare was right.
I am now at yet another crossroads in my life…weighing the comforts of living in a place that is not expensive and living well as a result, or continuing on a path that allows me to continue to do my music in an environment where I would flourish more, in many ways. Of course, it would be wonderful if I could have both, but that might not be practical. Guess time will tell.
But for today, I am reflecting on the impact of losing all those innocent people 17 years ago, and how fragile life really is. And also how important it is to live life to the fullest, every day. We really never know what is coming next. I used to work on the 87th Floor of Tower One in the World Trade Center a few years before this happened. I would have been one of the first to go if I hadn’t gotten another job uptown. And to this day, I don’t know if some of the people I worked with there ever made it out or not.
Like I said…life is short. May we never forget the true significance of this day, and its impact. No matter your political bent, people died that day a terrible death. And that is never good. Rest in peace.