Just so happy

On a couple of occasions, while walking the Pooch, I see this guy.
He seems so happy. Flying along on his skateboard, listening to his music with a broad grin on his face - he seems unshackled by the trivial bullshit we worry ourselves with.

He's not just riding his skateboard down the road. He's swaying and moving to the music - he's skate dancing. Whatever cares and worries he may have, at that moment, they are insignificant. His happiness and contentment beams out of his body like lightwaves, and it never fails to make me grin.

You don't see that kind of happiness very often. Not from adults, anyway. As kids, we're living in the moment - chasing after bubbles and twirling until we're so dizzy we fall over. And then we get up and do it again. And then we grow up, and we put on an Adult Suit, and fill the pockets with Worries and Cares and Opinions and Responsibilities, and put on our What Will The Neighbours Think deodorant.

I'm not saying quit your job and stop paying your bills. Some worries, cares and responsibilities are good. You need to be balanced. But you do need to stop caring about the opinions of strangers. SkateDancer doesn't care if the general public will look at him like he's loony for dancing his way down the road. He's happy, he's content, and it's not hurting anyone.

We all should be so happy. We all should be so free. We all should beam out love and life.

Don't we deserve to, after all?