Keep On Boogiin'

Sometimes life is like a scene after a storm: wet, echoing, full of puddles, but you still have to dance. Let your soles be worn down, your dress be dusty, and your hair smell of rain - the rhythm still lives somewhere under your skin. It cannot be burned out or beaten out, even if you had to dance for every penny and keep step in unison with the pain.

In every beat, there is a hoarse ‘I'm alive’; in every step, there is ‘I won't give up.’ It's not grace, but stubbornness; not a show, but a habit of getting up, even if everything around you has collapsed. And if fate tries to slow you down, you can always just turn up the volume and turn your fall into a drumbeat.