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Trust In The Things Life Throws Your Way — They Won’t Make Sense, But They Are Growing You

Life will happen in such random, fantastic, and fabulous ways that you’ll look back and laugh at the dots you connect and you’ll learn your missteps might not be the whisks but are still an important part of your life's choreography. 

So, dance.

Shimmy and shake and groove and move like a Gangnam style in your life and even when the tune is harsh and horrific, even when your moves feel dull and neglected, even when your feet hurt and your soul is sore, even when you can’t keep up anymore and your mind mistakes the music for madness.

Forget whipping and nae-naeing, just dance. 

I know sometimes it’s hard to see how you could be so broken that your bones hurt. I know when it feels like something is sinking within you. 

So you sit sad and confused about how things could ever turn around for you, but guess what? Things do. Plans change. Time heals.

Today might be that day when life won’t stay the same, so I beg you to maintain this modest, little mindset:

Just dance it away. 

The universe works in the wildest, weirdest ways. How does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? 

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we should let our soul dance. 

Don't underestimate your grit and persistence. 

We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. 

Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs, the brain, and the heart. 

Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we enter the world crying. 

Don't let one bitter experience dictate your life. Disappointment happens. Deal with it. It is never , ever about trusting the other person to not hurt us,let us down,cheat or lie. 

Ever. 

It is about trusting ourselves to emotionally handle the disappointment. It's not as though they passed a test, which makes them perfect. They're still human and so are you. We all screw up. 

Dance it all away. Dance, when you’re broken open.

Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting.

Dance, in your blood.

Dance, when you’re perfectly free. 

Love,

Etincelle <3