Fifty-eight Truisms and a Story
By Ken Walters
To Joyce, of course, I love you
To Shelly, Ben and Rusty, I love you, too
To Heather, Matthew and Katy
To Bugsy and Mugsy, Leighton and Bentley,
And to any other grandchildren, or glimmers in the eye, I have yet to meet
I write this in my fifty-seventh year, soon after the birth of currently my newest grandchild. If he goes through the stages of life that we most do, that unconditional love followed by that adolescent rebellion, he might understand this work in his maturity, while I am teetering on a cane. Until then, this work is for anyone who chooses to read it. Perhaps, there is a line of wisdom or two. None of the ideas or words is particularly new–No idea or word is.
Truism One: Life is a Dance
Life is a dance. Each step we take forward and each step back are orchestrated movements although we often fail to see the orchestration. The melody–well–I like to think it is a God. You may not believe in a God, but there is something in this universe that drives it and that scientists have not yet mastered. So, it might as well be melody.
The lyrics are the science and the art that man has created. They make more sense than the tune, but they do not drive the body into dance. They explain, but sometimes they are wrong. There are too many dis-proven scientific facts and mis-drawn reactions to believe that everything we “know is true” is really true.
But the dance is our own. Dance. Never be afraid of your step–it will take you forward or lead you back, but it will teach you. Listen to your melody, no matter what you call it, for it will guide you. Listen to the words–they might teach with their truth or with their mis-truth. But, dance without regard to other people’s toes, or how you look, or whom you’re dancing with.