Facing change

So here I am, in a strange, fancy yet cozy café. Why? Well I intended to take dancing lessons but one more time my lack of attention made me arrive sharp at 8 (which is unusual, I’m always late) just to get told by the bouncer that lessons only take places on Thursdays.
I could have driven home, would have been easier, but after all this time working myself to go out, I didn’t feel like going back empty handed.
You don’t know me but without realizing it I isolated myself for a little more than 20 years. Such a big number, there are people younger than that and might in fact have more experience being out here.
I bet to myself they’re not in a cafe writting a blog entry.
Coffee is good, I had a moka, strong taste but I can feel the chocolate lingering in my taste.
It is something so simple, just take your stuff and go out there, yet you face all kind of unnecessary thoughts, most about those subtle suggestions from “friends” telling me I’m too old for this or that.
“Everything has a time” that’s what we’re told, but who decides when is it right? Ok, I agree I screwed big time missing 20 years of my life, but should I just accept it and deal with it? Or should I stand and go for what I want?
Big words from coffee dude, I know.
The cheese something bread is good.
But what is age anyways? I’ve seen aged people being irresponsible and younglings taking care of families. Clearly age has nothing to do with knowledge, less to say about wisdom. Jackie Chan is clearly more agile at his 50 than my 7 hear old niece or any other kid I know. So I’m guided to think that, aside for the extremes (too young or old) it means very little.
Certain sports would also be a limit, still a physical limit, yet I don’t think it matters when going out to a bar or to dance. It clearly didn’t matter to Jackie when he had to do a nearly impossible stunt.
Once agains limits seem to lie in our heads, ideas imposed by social standards that when inspected reveal to be empty, just illusions. The girl that posts nearly naked on tumblr, those with different sexual tendencies. All of them come to my head, all of them trying to break this illusionary chains. They are true to themselves and now that I realize it, I respect them. Even more as I think all those hate filled posts they get.
Then I ask myself, is this change?
I believe this is just opening the eyes to the road ahead (not that there is one) as I will probably have to answer first whether I’m true to myself.

Avicci’s song comes to my mind; “All this time I’ve been finding myself and I didn’t know I was lost”.

I don’t like doing publicity but the place (really the tastes) was good to me, the place is called Le Pain Quotidien.

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