Walking down Wood Street at Haddon
A man in his 60’s is playing house music from a Bluetooth speaker in the milk crate on the back of his bicycle.
He seems to understand we are only bugs who might as well play while we briefly crawl this planet. Be silly! The purpose of your existence is to consume and procreate so that our consumption might flourish until the planet can sustain no more and we perish together.
How can I be more like him? What changes are necessary in my life to foster such a lightness of being? What seeds can I sow now to reap his playful vigor at his age, instead of growing more bitter and sad, bent over, head heavy with regret and resentment?
I must disco. Youth is a fleeting physical state, but can be a permanent state of mind. One does not simply retire from the disco. One becomes the disco.
Be the disco everywhere you go, in everything you do.