The busker was playing out of tune blues rock on an old guitar with a string missing, but all the same it had a kind of a groove.
A 3 year old girl walked up and faced him and rocked her body, jumping, clapping and looking back at the onlookers for reaction.
A 13 year old girl hid her face in shame of being in the same solar system as this noise.
A 31 year old woman clapped and tapped her foot, encouraging the 3 year old.
A 103 year old lady stood up, danced with the child, threw various dance shapes, a couple of high kicks, hollered, did the moon walk and dropped to her death smiling.
We are born with nothing and die with nothing, you can take none of your pride or your belongings with you. What happens between ages 6 and 12 where people become cool is that they get so hooked up on themselves that they miss out on life. This can be shaken off and by the 40's someone can dance as badly as any child with less care of who's looking.
People are better with wrinkles.
They have no one to impress only the increased realization that; I was born with nothing but the smile on my face and if I don't dance soon then it may not be long until the music stops.
Good post...let's dance till we drop!
ReplyDeleteYay, Yay, yaaaaaaayyyyyyy!
ReplyDeleteGroovacious. I'm still dancing and hope to always be.