Ordinary.
Plain.
Normal.
We are. I am. You are.
We exist only for a moment, a gasp of time. Today here and gone tomorrow. Life slips away and we have one chance.
A chance.
A roll of the dice.
We have been dealt a hand. And its ordinary.
Not the same as Jim, Bob, Larry or Joe. Susie, Sally, Joceyln or Jessica may be able to pen a slightly different tale - But its normal.
What is normal? Breathing. Sleeping and waking. Getting sick, getting better, dying and disappointment and being good at something, but not everything.
Not being in control. Having a bad habit that we try to break. Wanting to be loved. Wanting to be significant.
Sin is normal. It reeks and is disgusting, but it is normal. Ordinary.
Complaining. Backing out of promises. Thinking sick, but acting healthy.
All of this and much is the dance floor of life. On our circumstances and upon the hand that we have been dealt we express, through our actions and attitudes, our response.
There are some dancers who sit on the sidelines wishing that the floor was different. They hang their heads regretting failure. Or they sit envious of the place on the floor that another gets.
Bitter and dark these dancers gradually die – never having really danced.
There are others who try to fix the floor. They tear it to pieces, trying to ascertain why it is built the way it is. They toil and struggle, carefully diagnosing each splinter, so that one day they might be able to rebuild the floor.
Well meaning and hard working – these dancers die having deconstructed life only to have ran out of time to rebuild it.
But the most beautiful dancers are the ones who lightly tread on the floor – their response is not dictated by the floor, but is simply a soft response to the music.
Light, free and full of love – these dancers fulfill their purpose and never regret the dance floor.
Plain.
Normal.
We are. I am. You are.
We exist only for a moment, a gasp of time. Today here and gone tomorrow. Life slips away and we have one chance.
A chance.
A roll of the dice.
We have been dealt a hand. And its ordinary.
Not the same as Jim, Bob, Larry or Joe. Susie, Sally, Joceyln or Jessica may be able to pen a slightly different tale - But its normal.
What is normal? Breathing. Sleeping and waking. Getting sick, getting better, dying and disappointment and being good at something, but not everything.
Not being in control. Having a bad habit that we try to break. Wanting to be loved. Wanting to be significant.
Sin is normal. It reeks and is disgusting, but it is normal. Ordinary.
Complaining. Backing out of promises. Thinking sick, but acting healthy.
All of this and much is the dance floor of life. On our circumstances and upon the hand that we have been dealt we express, through our actions and attitudes, our response.
There are some dancers who sit on the sidelines wishing that the floor was different. They hang their heads regretting failure. Or they sit envious of the place on the floor that another gets.
Bitter and dark these dancers gradually die – never having really danced.
There are others who try to fix the floor. They tear it to pieces, trying to ascertain why it is built the way it is. They toil and struggle, carefully diagnosing each splinter, so that one day they might be able to rebuild the floor.
Well meaning and hard working – these dancers die having deconstructed life only to have ran out of time to rebuild it.
But the most beautiful dancers are the ones who lightly tread on the floor – their response is not dictated by the floor, but is simply a soft response to the music.
Light, free and full of love – these dancers fulfill their purpose and never regret the dance floor.
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