I couldn't think of any other way to sum up the above sentiment, without getting into metaphors and wishy-washy statements.
Do you remember that time? You were about 7 years old, and at some kind of function with your parents, be it a wedding, birthday, or quite simply Christmas in the backyard with your family and friends.
Everyone would be dancing, having a great time. And when a slow song came on, linking all the partners together, the dancefloor turning into a sea of slow-moving duos, the kids would come to a stop, just standing and smiling up at everyone.
Your parents would invite you in. You would join their exclusive little circle, and you would dance in amongst them, with Mum and Dad's hands on your shoulders, as you, shy yet happy, looked up to them and tried to sway in tune, as they beamed radiance.
Don't you remember that feeling? The feeling of total security, happiness, comfort. Knowing that you were with the people that loved you most in this world. Everything was right, everything was as it should be, and all was perfectly right with the world. You somehoe mellowed in that short time, got a little less crazy, a little less erratic, and put your loony child behaviours on hold while you danced the most special dance of your life with the two people who would give the world to you.
Sometimes, when I get sad, when I feel lonely..... I think of that time..... and I wish I was 7 again.
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