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The Wonder of MisfitCon 2015
“This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered- we few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition; and gentlemen in England now-a-bed shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
I was present. From the same bottle we drank with pride, and the sun rose, blazing against the sky a pink-orange fury that burned away night shade, illuminating sleepy Fargo to life. That moment—that sunrise, was ours; made to live in our memories never to happen again. At MisfitCon 2015, were you present?
Alchemy set the tone for one of the most curated and inspiring conferences in the world. A conference preaching the gospel of possibilities, every detail aimed at demonstrating how everything and everyone can become a masterpiece.
To be true, I am writing this piece to recap for those not present, but, friend, there are things I wish to tell you that you may never truly understand. Like, remember that fucking treehouse? Or, the middle school hallway where a dude stuck a wicked b-boy handstand while nearby another dude freestyled verses about freshly made crepes? How about that Irish chap who told a story that brought you to tears or when you heard Shakespeare fired like a machine gun blowing away everything you believed about the old world? A global leader in worldwide sustainability read you poetry. You found your god-given name carved in wood, hand-painted on a wall, and graffitied on a school locker. Remember when you tried to break the hammock swaying world record? You learned about failure, about loss, about tragedy, and about how those things could be transformed into lesson and light and armored fortitude. You danced. You sang. In the end, you felt the irresistible, electric power of true inspiration. If you weren’t at MisfitCon 2015, you may not understand what I am talking about, but I was present.
I was there to learn the secret of Milford Haven. I was there to wear a wooden hat. I was there to see how a perfectly timed hug could change the course of whole lives astray. MisfitCon is not a conference at all, but a reunion of spirits akin, seeing each other as lights en route to their greatest potential. I was present. And like the sunrise that we challenged our last night to behold, those great wonders will never be as they were again. Ever.
But, I. Was. Present.
Featured photo credit to the talented Mr. Scott Walker. See the full photo set: Here
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