I hope you dance

This song by LeeAnn Wormack (posted below) makes you want to stand on top of the mountain, breathe in the fresh air and hollar, " Yoohoooooo!!!" and start jumping around.
So full of hope, faith and possibilities. The best lyrics I've come across so far.
Hope to dedicate the lyrics to anyone who's experiencing the "QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS".
It saddens me how people lose the "kid" in them when they start to work. That because they've grown up, they have to think in certain ways, to act in certain ways to warrant their presence in the "adult world".
Why? Why? Why?
Some lose the sparkle in their eyes. Some seem trampled by the harshness of the "real" world. Worse, some are just walking dead.
I saw how one used-to-be-suave, trim friend was savaged by the so-called "real" world and ballooned into an uncle after stepping out to work. Does assimilation into working world mean growing to be like an uncle? I don't know what he was thinking. That he'll gain more credibility among the uncles, aunties with his widening girth and glowing, oops, growing, stature? Time for wake-up call, I thought.
Whatever happened to passion? To living life the way it should be? To experience whatever richness that life has to offer?
Should working life be such an evil that it saps life away from you, that you no longer know what you're living for? If you're working just for money, hell, get out of your cubicle and start looking for meaningful work.
I dislike it when friends complain incessantly about their work. I want to scream at them: "Did your boss point a gun at you to make you work? Did he give you a murderous stare to coerce you to work?" No, right? SO STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT YOUR WORK!!! DO SOMETHING TO CHANGE YOUR SITUATION!!! But if you choose to stay on, then shut up and do your work conscientiously. You made your choice. Don't go around telling people, "No choice lah, that's life". Wrong. It should be: "No choice lah, that's MY life because i choose to live it miserably, complaining and whining." But please sound the alarm when you're going into your "complain mode", so that i can steer clear.
I think all of us have the power to live different lives from what we are living now. When it's hard to make a choice, just consider: What's the worst scenario should i choose to walk down this path? Most of the time, the worst scenario ain't that terrible or horrific after all. So if the worst is only as such, what's taking you so long to make a decision? Just spend some time to think and make a choice.
I choose to stay faithful to being a "kid" at heart. To marvel at things in life, even if it's just ants crawling over my beloved fruit cake! (I'm kidding...Sobs!! Stupid ants!! I'm starting my extermination exercise soon!!)
And my friend chose to be a big lump of fat. Good luck to him.

"I hope you dance" by LeeAnn Wormack
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out Reconsider
Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance (Rolling us along)
I hope you dance (Tell me who)
I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) (Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

Dance
I hope you dance I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along)
I hope you dance (Tell me who) (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) I hope you dance (Where those years have gone) (Tell me who)
I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) (Where those years have gone)