54 years old, and today was the very first dance recital I’ve ever been to… My great niece a participant… Now I don’t really understand dance recitals - but I think they were all from the same joint (literally hundreds of them) - and this was the live culmination to see how mommy and daddy’s dollars were well spent….
And… I think they were.. I hada blast - and it was real creative.. Probably 40 different dances… each with a different outfit… each with different characters…
Never failed. My eyeballs soon fixed on one from each group… Usually, it was the one that had the greatest smile, and was seemingly enjoying the hell outta what she was doing.. In retrospect, it also usually correlated to the one standing out as being the best dancer… Certainly the most spirited..
Life’s the same way… Think of high school - and who stood out… College? Your group of friends?… Co-workers? The ones that stand out are the happy ones..
Life must be taken on with passion. We can dull ourselves along the way in the back row outta the limelight - or we can get passionate - spread cheer osmotically… That shit rubs off, you bet…
Let’s makea pact… we’ll smile at strangers… hug loved ones… give a compliment to a kid… give a compliment to an elderly person… in crappy times where we have a choice on how to react - let’s pray for a millisecond before we consider a frown or a retort with harsh words.. We’ll retire in bed full knowing “we did it”… “it was a great day”…
Dance like everyone’s watching… Stand out… Love, Victurd.
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