Records.
Recently, in a series of familiar motions I realized: I’ve done this song and dance before.
Seen this show.
Met this person.
Had this conversation.
Felt these emotions.
How did I end up here all over again?
Maybe our lives consist of records, on a celestial cue, playing their songs again and again.
Sometimes we hear many records before a song is repeated.
Other times we just heard a song and what do you know? It’s playing again!
Fortunately or unfortunately, to our joy or dismay, life doesn’t ask our opinion on its song selection – it is the DJ, we’re simply the dancers.
All we have to do is dance.
Seen this show.
Met this person.
Had this conversation.
Felt these emotions.
How did I end up here all over again?
Maybe our lives consist of records, on a celestial cue, playing their songs again and again.
Sometimes we hear many records before a song is repeated.
Other times we just heard a song and what do you know? It’s playing again!
Fortunately or unfortunately, to our joy or dismay, life doesn’t ask our opinion on its song selection – it is the DJ, we’re simply the dancers.
All we have to do is dance.



