You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends. Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends. Then one by one your journeys change Some choose family, some careers And suddenly you find yourself out of touch From those youthful party years. Be very sure you had those bonds Even though in a tipsy haze You strengthened each others girl power In those wild tight mini skirt days. And even though you live in different worlds now Those memories are respected Our friendships made us what we are We will always be connected.
You don’t need to have rhythm to dance. You don’t need to be perfect to sing. If you feel the need to do it. Don’t worry about these things.
Dance like a ballerina light as the wind Spin and float like your shoulders are winged Sing like it’s opera, chant like a monk Twerk like you have the best junk in your trunk The platform is yours, don’t sit it out. The professional skills aren’t what it’s about. It’s the freedom the joy, the feel good pretending That you’re on stage at the O2 With thousands attending. We all need to sing and we all need to dance Do it right now whilst you still have the chance.
Search for joy everywhere, Search for joy every day. When you think that there is none, And your time for joy is done, And you can’t even find a reason now to stay. Relax yourself and close your eyes, Take a deep breath and chill. Let it all out, yes, everything And make yourself calm and still. Now imagine all those things you love, Flowers, fields and trees. Birds chirping merrily, Washing drying in the breeze. The sun on your face and ice cream, Whichever flavour you choose. The sound of the waves and laughter, Playing with surfboards and beach canoes. The excitement felt at Christmas, Meeting up with family and friends. Watching classic movies with mince pies, Anything your Netflix recommends. All these things are out there, And many many more. But joy plays with you and sometimes hides In places you don’t look anymore. But when you finally see it, And it overwhelms despair, You’re going to begin to live again, You’re not going anywhere.
Just accept that you don’t have to belong. To any religion, to any group of friends, to any gender, any culture. You just have to be happy with yourself. At home in your own skin, at home with your own morals, certain in your own beliefs. Happy in your own company. Belong if you must, if it feels like comfort. But just know that you matter and you must make your own choices whilst respecting the decisions of others. Over everything be kind. Always.