The other day, I told my friend that I attend dance lessons. He asked me how good I was. I was dubbed as “Mini J-Lo” in my dance class, thank you. Line dance, mind you. We incorporate rumba, salsa, mambo, rock-and-roll, waltz, hip-hop, and et cetera et cetera. 

He told me that he can’t dance. I told him that was bollocks. Everybody can dance. Everyone is already dancing. Every time, every minute, every nanosecond in your life attributes to dancing. 

Your feet dance as you run. Your lips dance as you curse. Your fingers dance as you type insults. Your pupils dance as you surf porn sites. Every action you make is a dance step. 

Life is a dance performance. It’s how you move that determines its beauty.