Now Fill Your Stomach by Playing and Dancing

We all have shit that we carry with us.

So go ahead, you can try to reject these red flags, or see this baggage as a bother. But that won’t make your traumas go away.

So we can simply succumb to Sisyphus standards,

Pushing our boulders of burden for eternity,

Or

We can embrace the life of the dung beetle.

Proudly carrying our shit with us, embracing the oddities and absurdity of our possession

Dancing atop it like flag twirlers on a stage of our own embarrassments

Allowing our past to provide us with nutrients, to live longer and better lives.

Using what we gather, what we learn, to provide knowledge to our children so that they won’t make the same mistakes we did.

That is the life of the dung beetle.

Free of shame. Free of humiliation.

Humble.

You've made your bed, now lie in it. You’ve got your shit, now nest in it.