Most people my age have begun saying how "old" they feel, which is ironic to me because most of the time I feel no different than when I was 15. I feel the same, I love the same, I hurt the same, I even dance the same (ok, maybe better because now I know what passion really is). The biggest exception is that my hope and faith in humankind and a better tomorrow is not the same, and I would give almost anything to have that back.
In the wake of yet another national tragedy, I am once again overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness and desolation. Everyone around me is embracing loved ones, spending more quality time with their families, and providing comfort as needed. And I am at home...alone....again...with no one to hold and no one to hold me.
Yet, after a day of tremendous heartache and grief, there was a ray of light, a sliver of hope, for the dancer is still prancing around my life and held me until dawn broke...into a better tomorrow.
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