The Dance

The world is a strange place, filled with what I once saw as only fear. Now I see things differently. It is beautiful. If you just take time to look around you at the beauty that is nature your life can greatly improve. There is a…happiness in everything. In every animal, every plant, every cloud, in everything there is that tiny spark of happiness, hope, love.

At night the stars twinkle and dance, entertaining those on the ground since the very beginning. The blackness, or the lack of sun, creating a perfect stage for those dancers. A stage where they can express their emotions, they can twirl and move. A stage where they can impart unfathomable knowledge.

Trees are moved by the wind in their own dance, leaves falling from their limbs only to have their own short lived dance as they fall to the ground. Everything was dancing. Emotions were flowing out of nature, the good, the bad, they all mixed in a type of distortedly perfect harmony.

Watching the world like this was a habit that I had only recently picked up, ever since I had decided to tell everyone about me. Ever since I had decided that I could handle the dance of emotion that would surround me once I did. Ever since I had accepted the fact that it was time for my dance of secrecy to end. It was time for me to settle on the ground, just like the leaves that fell off a tree did.

The dancing made things easier. If I just thought of everything as a dance, I could get through this. I could tumble through the steps until the last chord was struck and it ended. I could move and try to follow the actions of those before me, taking their lead.

The dancing was beautiful, it was truly everywhere and this dance, this dance of truth, was one of the most mesmerizing I had ever seen. The emotions expressed were so heartfelt, so huge, the emotions filled the dance with life.

There was pain and betrayal. Curiosity and suspicion. Love and acceptance.

The dance took it all in stride and smoothly worked its way through the changes. Accepting the torrent of emotions with an ease like none other.

The dance was life, the dance was love, the dance was forgiveness.

The dance was acceptance.

As I once again stared at the ever changing, ever accepting dance which twirled about me in a languid fashion I smiled. Everything would be alright. The dance, life, would continue on. Except now truth was woven into the movements.