Growing older is not for the faint hearted; and people’s approach to the matter varies; from aging gracefully, to aging gracefully.
Ok, so I’ve used the same expression twice, in something that should be each other’s counterparts, being in juxtaposition. So, what’s up with that?
“Oh, you shouldn’t wear that, you’re far too old for that.”
“Oooooh, you still want to be a dance teacher? Shouldn’t you consider a real job at your age?”
“This a proper party, you mustn’t say inappropriate things.”
Nonsense: I wear what hell I like, like it or just turn your head. I think I look nice.
I’m a dance teacher which means passion for movement, music and people.
Attending a proper and posh party where, quite frankly people misbehave grossly, due to the fact that they act a part that isn’t themselves. Now that’s sad. At these sort of parties I have the urge to say: “This food is sooo good that I embrace the thought of pooing later” and let rip of a real big fart. (I have actually done that once, great fun.)
Sometimes I question the need we have to have opinions about things that are so unimportant and pointless. Why do some people have to comment about my attire? I think I look nice. Why should I reject the dancer in me because of my age? Why can’t we be who we are, and accept other people as they are, regardless of which frock, body and beliefs they possess?
I still say to myself, and think you all should think the same:
“What other people in the world think of you is none of your business”
“You are entirely up to you! Pose the way you like!”
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