August 12 International Youth Day

It’s kind of like your feet dangling over the boardwalk as you sit here and watch the sparkling waves inches below you slosh back and forth. It will never sit still. Not when there is a breeze dancing with the trees every second of the day simply because the world’s orchestra doesn’t stop. If the music is good, why stop dancing at all? Sometimes the music isn’t good, though. Sometimes we hear these screeches from trenches we can’t even fathom. Sometimes we can’t feel a heel-toe heel-toe rhythm. We jam up, the cobblestone kicks up, dust disorients us, and suddenly we are 2 steps back after 1 forward.

Whenever we think we have a dance down pat we are introduced to this new style and we don’t understand why we can’t just dance what we’ve gone over a thousand times before.

But then we go through the steps like time and time before in our heads and we stumble and fall and bruise our legs. Day in and day out until we lay our heads down we are dancing this dance trying to keep in sync with everchanging tempos of the ensemble, erratic beats, and genre changes. Bloodied feet trying to accommodate this feature arrangement.

Looking down, the dirt beneath is dyed pink and we think, “It can’t be...Why can’t it be me!?” More vigorously we slam our bodies to and from until we know we can’t stand anymore...until Life says enough.

So, we find that pier that we sit down on for a moment. Observing how the orchestra’s members don’t break with us and we have the audacity to wonder why.

That’s Time though.