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Scribbles @ 3

Sitting in the Chapel

Surrounded by a warm ambience

Of historic architecture

Beautiful carvings

Colored windows

Hanging bright chandeliers

Green leaves upholding the red flowers

The Quintet orchestra playing captivating tunes for the holiday

A little girl sits quietly across me, a few rows away

Probably in imitation of her parents

As they enjoyed the music like everyone else

Not long afterward, she dances away from them

A crescendo is reached -

And she is on the aisle twirling

And making beautiful sounds and motions

As she allowed the music flow through her being

If I wasn't an adult with the sense of required decorum

I will be doing the same

Norms. Adulthood. Boring.

Sometimes you want to burst out and truly enjoy life your way

At the tugging pull of your inner child

But you choose otherwise

Surrendering your excitement and passion for compliance

To save you the judgment of prying eyes

Or even an embarrassing photograph or video

That ends up on Instagram and the likes

You cower at the thoughts of the multiple comments

People whose opinion shouldn't matter to you

Jeering and sneering

When did we become robots?

Where is that 'child'?

Where is your life?

Take hold of it

Get drenched in your excitement

Amuse others in the process

Let out a hearty laughter

Dance like no one is watching

Embrace the richness of your soul

Breathe

Live.

Now.

(c) Bilqees 2017