Life Is A Dance Everyone Needs To Feel Comfortable In Joining

When I was a boy,
all I wanted to do was
dance. And I had
no fear in doing
so.

I'd dance in the morning,
I'd dance at night,
I'd dance inside,
I'd dance outside.
It didn't matter —
and it's all I cared
to do.

Then I grew up,
which doesn't always
mean growth.

And I started to
take notice of all
the other people
on the dance
floor.

Tall, short, skinny,
fat — it didn't matter.
None of them really
were, but they all felt
more beautiful to me
than I did to myself.

And so I took my leave.
I went to the corner
and started watching
everybody else have
a good time.

I started
feeling undeserving.
I started feeling foolish —
more and more so, the
longer I sat there and
watched.

The real fools of
this world, however,
aren't the ones who
continue to dance.
They are the ones
who forget how to.

And for me,
knowing this isn't as
deep as it is
debilitating.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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