I want to dance yes, mommy I want to dance
I want to move that body, to shake it, to feel it to experience it, to experience life through it
I want to love it
Our bodies are our lives,
Dancing is moving, is imitate the movement of life
Dancing is the love and is the life
Do you know that feeling when you struggle to reach you goal but when you reach it you suddenly feel a burning desire to accomplish more , and you feel that you could be able to do more.
Well I can’t explain that.Is this greed or ambition ?
The daily life is full of routine and stuff, sometimes we can feel suffocated from that.
But being a creative person make life better and make you get out from the boring state. Sometimes even a little new experiences: like try to savour a food of a foreign country, or maybe to discover the traditional food of your own country or a specific region of your country can make a difference and fresh the rootine of daily life.
Lately I have made this experience with my friend Hanen , we went out we try “paila” for the first time in our lives , that was delicious.
I get one more new experience. that was the visit for some expensive beauty shop – some things that I never done before, I never dared to get in-In there I have tried some perfume,and I have learned some informations about it too.
*every parfume have three tone, and there are different groups of smells.
I felt happy with those simple new experiences, it make me feel alive, it make me think that ” yeah there are positive little details in the daily life , that we can do that can make our days better and worthy”
and in the same time i felt sad for the people who can’t see those details who can’t extract positivity from the boringness of the daily life, those who can’t enjoy new savor,new smell, new piece of music, looking at a piece of art , reading a good book, or even let themselves amazed by a scientific explanation.
They are dying slowly
A few years now i have stopped sharing my feelings and ideas on my official facebook account , i have to say that this decision wasn’t mine , i was pushed to make it .
Mom , my friends and family doesn’t accept that i share my ideas because they are different than theirs _ especially when it come to religion and politic stuff _ and they didn’t accept also that i share how i do feel , instead that they help me they start complaining about the fact that i look depressed and that i’m complaining a lot. I felt badly rejected so i have decided to stop sharing things on my official facebook and i kept writing on my blog and a non official account only .
But sometimes i’m wondering on this decision efficiency.Sometimes i think that maybe it’s about them ,maybe i was wrong to make that decision and i wasn’t wrong by sharing things on facebook maybe that reflect who they are and not the reality .
Now I can see two things from how they reacted with me :
*The first one is that they don’t have the culture of accepting the other and that thing appear clearly in the tunisian society after the revolution ( because befor no one was talking, no one have the right to express hiself and also everybody were against the regim _here i mean the right politic parts and the left _ now people can see there differences and start rejected others)
and the second one is that they did not understand the purpose of facebook, it’s made for sharing, when you log in it ask you what’s on your mind , what’s new , and it give you the option to share what you are looking for what you are doing , reading, eating where are you . So it’s basically made for this.