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"Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Yes we are going to suffer, yes we are going to have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments - but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.
Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back - and at some point everyone looks back - she will hear her heart saying, "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God bestowed upon you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted your life.'"
Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in miracles, their life's magic moments will have already passed them by."
~ Paulo Coelho

I'm beginning to realize what these feelings are that are going through me and reaching out for something to hold on to.  I can sense my ego looking for a sense of attachment.  This part of me that wants to attach to what is going on around me.  My ego wants answers, and plans, and expectations to be seen to fruition.  Instead though, I'm learning that to truly experience life is just to live it.  Jump into the current of life, instead of holding on to the shore. Take risks.  DANCE. Say yes to things that scare the hell out of me. Do it even if I know I don't really know how.  I have this constant sense of adrenaline, this thirst of being alive. It feels amazing. 

This weekend I had the opportunity to experience some amazing music.  All different forms of music. I saw people allow the music to surround them, becoming part of it.  At first I considered myself an observer.  Just here to watch.  But it looked so fun. I want to move my body, I want to make noise. So I did. Stepping out of the grasp of fear and doubt, I jumped into the sound.  We all have a beat, we all have a rhythm.  Each is unique and beautiful and if we can just allow ourselves to freely move to our beat, together we create an astounding sound.  Inside each of us is the yearning to fully be alive. 


I am so excited to be alive.