My older boo's analogy of life.

• So...I just realized life is a never-ending party. Right? Like, you've just woken up at this club and you see music playing and people dancing. You look around and you can't see a DJ or whoever owns the club, and you begin to question whether or not there is anyone, or if the party merely started by chance when a few people got together a long time ago. You don't have any dance partner yet so you go and stand on the wall and you contemplate why you're at the party, and why it exists. And how. You just wonder if there's a purpose to the party, and if at some point the music is going to stop and everyone is asked to go home. You look along the wall and you see some more people standing there, and you realize that they too are in your position. Two of them are arguing over a disagreement about whether they think there's a DJ, or if the party is something that's grown and evolved over time. A third man standing with them, who has gray hair and a long beard looks over and tells you to go and get out there and dance while you're young because if you spend too much time worrying about these things, you'll miss out on everything out there. So you look out to the crowd to find some people to dance with. You see all sorts of groups out there, and each one has their own distinct way of dressing and dancing. In the center of the dance floor, there's a large circle and in the middle of it are the most popular people, and a lot of the people are watching them dance. The people inside the circle don't know what to do now, so they keep dancing until either the crowd focuses their attention to someone else or until they dance themselves to exhaustion and they have to leave the club, or take a break in the bathroom. You're still looking for a group to join and you're not sure which you fit in the best, and then suddenly you hear to the club open and you see some faces walk in. People who are too new to the club and looking for a group to join.

  So you walk over and ask them if you can join. They of course say yes and let you be a part of their group. So you all walk out there into the crowd and begin to dance for awhile. Some people like how you all move so they join your group. Others decide that it's not really their style, so they go and find another one they feel is more like them. You keep on dancing and things seem pretty great. The music starts to slow down, or atleast you feel it is. You eventually notice that the person next to you has been in your group, dancing with you since they beginning. As the party has gone on, you two have been growing closer together and your dances more alike. The music slows down more and before you now it, you two are dancing to the same rhythm. You're both dancing at a different tempo than everyone else, you both hear a different tune. The song slows down even more, the beat plays louder and you feel a special connection with them. You both hold each other as you dance slow. You can't see anything else in the club, nor does it matter. They're the only thing that you see, and the only thing you want to see. At this point you don't even care that there is a party, but since there is you want to spend the rest of it dancing with them. You aren't even sure if there is music playing at the club, or if what you've been hearing this entire time has been coming from inside, and they just happened to be hearing the same song from inside. You both continue to dance for awhile, as does everyone else. You start to feel tired after awhile and you and your partner decide that maybe you're both getting to old to be out there on the dance floor, that your bodies can't handle it. So you make your way through the crowd, weaving in and out of the sea of fresh faces you see dancing around you and they're dancing to different music. You both had been out there so long in each other's embrace, you hadn't even noticed everything changing. So you get off the dance floor and you walk out together. You know that once you leave you can't come back in. Or at least...it's very hard to. There's rooms in there around the club for people to retire to when they've grown tired and can't keep on dancing, or they decide they want to teach their own person how to dance and send them out in the club. They get to stay there until they decide they want to leave, and they can watch everyone else dance in the meantime. But you both know your time has long since passed. You don't want to spend the rest of your days watching the younger people dance and becoming bitter over the fact you once could do that, but now you're completely incapable of doing anything but watching them. So you both leave the club in pride, satisfied that you got to spend what time you did with each other, and that you are leaving together. You wouldn't want it any other way, and you'd rather leave with them now, than spend the rest of eternity dancing with everyone else and by your self.
• And with that, you both walk out the door. As you do, you hear the music of the club and all the lights fading in the background. It gets quieter and quieter until it's just the two of you, and all you hear is the beating of your hearts.

  
  

  Anyway, I think the club is a perfect analogy for life. Look at how well I applied it there. That literally all just popped into my head.

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