A few months ago, I adopted this concept that we are all the authors of our own story. Yesterday I get a frantic call from a friend. I couldn’t talk but I send her message to keep her head and remember that she is beautiful writer. She can change the plot line and write out character at will. She responded by saying that I was a beautiful writer. My rebuttal: writing is like dancing we can all do it, there is no wrong way of doing it.
These thoughts began evolving on my hike today and fall into place. Nietzsche has this awesome quote:
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
How can someone be a bad dancer or a bad writer? It is an expression of what we are feeling at the moment. Our own individual reaction to the beat we hear. I think it is far worse to sit on the sidelines than to put it out there and be a ‘bad’ dancer. Who is determining what is bad? How can your feelings be wrong? If someone does say something, oh well. Don’t retaliate by judging them or yourself. Once you entertain the idea that you cannot dance or you cannot sing or you cannot not write you have just created your own limitations. You’re limiting your life experience.
How many movies, books or actual experiences do you have with people reaching the end of the road and they want more time. They wished they would have loved harder. Cared less and lived more. Been happier, done more of what they loved. Why do we have to wait until it’s too late to live our lives? Why do we stop ourselves? Why do we fear being wrong or not being able to do something? We tell ourselves we can’t or we sit and hope our lives will happen and we will meet this end where we are left wishing. Our physical time is too short not to sing. Not to dance. Not to write. Not to express and be ourselves. Who cares if others don’t like it. My dad doesn’t like me singing in the car but it brings me joy and like my mother told me, when I told her “don’t let your song die still inside you.”
Don’t just think, hope, and wish for your life story. Don’t wait until it’s too late to realize that being wrong and bad are our own creations. Pick up the pencil and write it down. Sing at the top of your lungs. Let your limbs be an extension of you and what you feel inside. Do not limit your life experience by trying to do it right or thinking you can’t. You have a blank page today, now fill it in!