The dance of life
I am not depressed in clinical term. But slowly over the years the spark, the life, the ignition, motivation (call it whatever your religion is) started to die in me. I'm not given up on life but not making any effort carrying it. Life lost the meaning. I am usually just here on this planet because somehow I got here. But I wouldn't mind if I would be just a plankton in the ocean or lifeless rock on another world. Usually I am tired to wake up in the morning, do any work. I can't see anything good in the future.
Today I went to my daughter's school end of year celebration. They were prepared with a dance. Something from Camp Rock.
I watched her. She was happy, smiling. Danced together with friends, peers. She was full of life. Enjoyed every move.
Her eyes sparkled with confidence, like the rhythm lived inside her. Just pure joy and presence.
Free, expressive, alive. I felt my heart swell. It’s hard to describe the pride that blooms when you see your child doing something they love, surrounded by cheer and support.
Watching her like that gave me something I didn’t know I needed: a reason. A reason to get up, to try again, to keep going. In her joy, I found my own. In her light, I saw a path through my own darkness.
There is no pain in this world I couldn't stand to see her smile like that again. No burden too heavy, no sadness too deep, if bearing it means her life can be bright and full.
Today I wiped off my tears and started to smile.
Today I went to my daughter's school end of year celebration. They were prepared with a dance. Something from Camp Rock.
I watched her. She was happy, smiling. Danced together with friends, peers. She was full of life. Enjoyed every move.
Her eyes sparkled with confidence, like the rhythm lived inside her. Just pure joy and presence.
Free, expressive, alive. I felt my heart swell. It’s hard to describe the pride that blooms when you see your child doing something they love, surrounded by cheer and support.
Watching her like that gave me something I didn’t know I needed: a reason. A reason to get up, to try again, to keep going. In her joy, I found my own. In her light, I saw a path through my own darkness.
There is no pain in this world I couldn't stand to see her smile like that again. No burden too heavy, no sadness too deep, if bearing it means her life can be bright and full.
Today I wiped off my tears and started to smile.
51-55, M
