The Dance

Yes, life's a dance and we're all part of it.

But it's not about being ornamental. It's not about the pretty shapes we make, or the twirls or the dresses. It's not about how well you dance, who you dance with.

The only thing that matters to the dance is the dance, and that it goes on. And it goes on automatically. So don't think about the dance. Really.

Okay, so if you really want, you can choose a partner once in a while.

But still. Just keep doing whatever. Life will go on. The dance will continue to be breathtakingly marvelous. It really doesn't matter.

Oh, and since I'm in a strange mood today, remember to wear sunscreen.



On a more serious note, my main issue with the dance is how what we call dancing is so pathetic-seeming in comparison. But I already wrote a poem about that rant, so I'm going to stop now. If you really want to, you can read A History Best Forgotten. But it's nonsensical and depressing, and I have no idea what the title means.