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This Messy, Amazing Life

Here's my little confession for the week: I LOVE techno music. I could so live in Germany just for the music. I'm addicted to the way the music's pulse reverberates through my own veins. It's an abstract art form springing to life within my own body. It's also super-easy to dance to. All you have to do is stand there, close your eyes, and feel the pulse. Any left-footed white girl can find a groove. Really, it doesn't matter what you do. Everyone on the dance floor does their own thing. Cathartic dance is liberating.

Last night, I was soaking up the strobe lights and floating disco stars on a revolving dance floor. It's been a while since I've danced to techno music, and I was really savoring the sweet release of the moment. It was life in one of it's purest forms right there. Lives collided with the humanities all at once. I love being willing to risk looking like a fool to enjoy my life, and I've always admired other people who can also do it.

I enjoy being out among people--on a dance floor, in an airport, waiting at a restaurant. Their mannerisms interest me, from the fights to the embraces. Last night, I was struck with the beauty of life in all it's forms. We have moments of bliss. Of release. Of illness. Of sorrow. Of pain. Of anger. Though we prefer to live on the upside of the rollercoaster, the thrill isn't complete without the dips and flips. My evening ended up as one of the most amazing, real life experiences I've ever known. I went from dancing in one of my favorite places to sitting on a carpet, crying and being vulnerable to another person to a degree I've reached few times in my life.

Life is beautiful...and messy...and amazing.

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