Too Late For APOLOGIES ....

I saw this dance video today that had been extinct from memory. I remember watching this video in the fall of 2008,above video is better version than the old video and by weird accident I stumbled upon it today, and it is a coincidence that I saw it again in this year's fall. I Felt that the choreography in this song is so guileless, like as if the person who choreographed had endured the similar pain. Feelings were molded-in steps, every step was executed in correct and concentrated sadness, with the perfect ending with an elation of strength overcoming pain. I also recollect that I had almost learnt complete choreography of this song, but I did not had any professional dance training then, but later I did join professional dance classes. I really did not get that much of a professional help because I always quit them for various reasons from emotional misery to financial instability, there was also a time when I thought it was despicable and waste of my time, where in, I was actually being self-righteously ingenious, but in reality, I was just significantly muddled.

Dance is in my blood, so I pulled up my socks, put on the dancing shoes, played the video, and started learning it again, whilst I was contemplating the steps repeatedly. I realised it’s too difficult to catch up now, but I did not give up. I went on practising until my feet hurt, so everyone should realise the beauty of life, that it's never late, if you have the interest and zest for anything that you want, just shine your shoes and get going, don't think otherwise. Which brings me to a contradiction, about being late? We as humans have the tendency of hurting others because they have been hurt by someone, and creating contagious poison or a chronic emotional illness cycle. One should never hurt someone beyond repair, and if its intentional than it’s more wrong, as his holiness, Dalai Lama says - says our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them. You don't have to be between rock and the hard place to realise it, I at a point was in a damaged place, completely disfigured, unable to repair. Thank GOD I had beautiful parents, friends to enhearten me, and someone special to psyche me up (lol), but not everyone is that blessed, like how I was. I was fortunate. I have personally seen people being destroyed from inside until the point when there is nothing left of them from inside and hence again contributing to chronic emotional sickness.....
don't reach to the point where your loved one shuts the door on you because it is too late to apologize then.....

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