
I came to a bit of realisation last night. I was at one of Dad's gigs, sitting there listening, in the middle of Hamilton as people went up and danced. As in any other gig - that dancing started off pretty good, a bit of 50's-60's music, some old couples went up and rock 'n' rolled, but as the night went on the dancing got progressively worse as people drunk more and more and the music went into the 70's and 80's.
There were however some couples who had obviously taken lessons - and were perfect dances, no matter how much the larger intake might have been. One memorable couple were a young couple, and from the clothes look like the definitely thought there were a cut above everyone else. The fact they tried to tango though Pink Floyds - The Wall made me laugh though.
However, in between the few perfect and the few drunk was a lady in a electric wheelchair. She was right at the front and was unable to move much, she did though try and move her wheelchair in time with the music, and there was something quite amazing about her. While most of the others were showing off, she was simply smiling and having a genuine good time.
It kind of made me think how we do look past things everyday, we never speak to most people or leave out 'comfort zone' or do those things we always said we would before we die.
I don't really know a good ending for this blog, the words just won't come to me. I guess all I'm trying to say is why do we do things that make us unhappy, and stick to them, only to get more misery in return? I know it's been said before, but it is true - life too short, it really is.