Danser - to dance

A special friend of mine recently loaned me a book of short stories written by a famous literary giant. One of these stories touched me in a way that I was maybe not ready for. The ideas, fears and emotions expressed in this story paralleled a little too much of my recent past. At the end of reading this story my initial reaction was regret for having read it, and yet I was strangely compelled to read it again. At the end of reading this story for the second time my reaction was regret for not having read it earlier. Progress.

Sometimes I tend to avoid things, en disant that "it isn't the right time". The more I grow and experience, the more I realize that the world in which I choose to live does not have to march to my beat, but instead, I need to find my own rhythm between the beats around me.

I have not always had the best rhythm, but as time goes on, I become more willing to dance anyways. Progress.