Can you keep on dancing after the music stops.

Can you keep on dancing after the music stops.Can you palliate the thirst for happiness when the sorrows of the world swept over the horizon closing in on you.And if you can, would you be able to tell a story versed on the valleys of your demise.Would you be able to glance over the peaks of your heartcontentedness and tell the story as it is.Would you conjure the spell of your mortality and your cosmic insignificance to the table of the gods where we’re all sitting, naked, raw, in front of the cosmic mirror, judging each other on the metrics that we imposed on others.Can you keep on dancing when it all goes down and you lost $500k.Can you burn the heap of the wood that turned dead by the blight at the core of your quest to make it.Can you even make it to the place that is placelessness that the Carse and Macy and Jensen and the Christ and JD of this world preached.Can you even introduce your younger self to your older self when the arc of your life slower goes back to its original point.I hope you do.*For you don’t live for happiness.You live for meaning and dignity.And there’s meaning in failure, just like in success.Cause at the end of the day –at the end of the road, the lonely place when you will say your mea culpa as the angels immanentize the eschaton–, yes, at the end of that day, nobility of character and invincibility of the soul will be the only metric that will weight more than your bundle of used energy on the cosmic karmic balance.Eddies of uncertainties might drown you and compel you to lower the sword and bow down to a life of normalcy – and I’m the messenger to tell you to rise, and pick yourself up again, and go create the most beautiful world that could ever be.The night of the thousand sorrows is the dawn of a bright new world. I’m at such a moment, too. So maybe there's only myself tonight in the church.The vivid hues of a brand new chapter are getting applied to the canvas of my inner and louder thoughts on the wall of my discontentment. If anyone is looking for a fierce warrior – I’m in. Getting treated like a dog by a psychopathic boss is over. Effective as of today.Dignity is the kingpin of humanity, and humanity is what I need right now.Give me a story, I'll pack up my raft and join you on the creative ocean, and maybe we ought to make a few waves and wake up those who sleep.Out.JP see hubwealthy.com/wealthy