alive

why do we dance? why do we breathe? surely those things are interchangeable. surely they are one, as two beloveds, or the smell of salt and the roaring of the ocean.

as i write this, i am listening to a beautiful ballet, and am inspired to think how wonderful it is to be alive. because whether or not one is a dancer themselves, it only takes one experience at a ballet to fill one with a spirit that will change them forever.

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that spirit is the best kind of life there is