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An Examined Life

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#Thisis40

It is Day 1, and we have no ideas. Day 2, week 3, month 4, year 5, 6, 10, 13… the ideas come on, slow in the beginning, increasing in speed as the years go by.

I am a talker. Oh, I have no friends. Am I popular? I am intelligent. Am I a snob? Teachers like me! I am nice looking. Am I too smart? I am cheeky! I am a stick — no curves on my body, no curves in my hair — it is all straight! I think I might be attractive. Oh, guys like me! Am I intelligent, or plain lucky? Ooh, I am a sexual being. I hate this attention. I hate the spotlight. Maybe I am a shy person? Clearly, I am not a logical person. Wow, was I missing the signals ALL THESE YEARS? Such a misfit! Aargh, am I a tease? Do I believe in loyalty at all? I am so cold, so asexual. Ooh, I love people! I am a butterfly, flitting from person to person, place to place, one social scene to another! I am doomed to be forever cute, girl-child. Clearly, I am too darned open for my own good. Oh, I have zero social savvy, no sense of strategy at all, clearly a social misfit. Oh, people love me, kids love me, old aunties love me! I don’t want to work another job, not ever again. I am the original chamathu ponnu*, all over again, damn. I don’t want to talk to a soul! I need a couch and a warm blanket. God, give me absolute independence. Oh, I just crave silence! Ooh, I am sexy and attractive again? Me, a businesswoman? Perhaps. Maybe I like people, after all.

And so on, it continues. If I have a birthday resolution to make, it is this.

Stop The Labeling.

Time and again, I have surprised myself. Life is constantly ripping labels off me, so why do I bother affixing them?

Perhaps this is the point — Relax, Chill, Just Be. #Thisis40

*Can provide an explanation of the term, if required.

True Dancers

We are the true dancers,
The ones who fling the hands with abandon, throwing our waists and hips out into the world.

We are the ones who trust our Partner unconditionally, follow them unquestioningly,
We know no fear or doubt, our ego having lost all substantiality, submitted at the altar of the Universe and its mighty winds.

We dance with courage and merriment, placing our weight fairly and squarely in the willing arms of our Partner,
We falter occasionally, sometimes failing to see the light, feeling as though about to fall,
but the hands grasp us firmly, no sweat or nervousness in sight.

We dance in perfect sync and rhythm, eyes searching for the light, ears open for the music,
Often dancing in the silent dark for hours, or years, on end.

Our senses are limited, but the hearts are free and unbounded, filled with loving trust,
Because we know It knows.