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following the lead

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to dance in the rain."

There you go, a saying I'm so well aware of. I can read it out loud without me even trying to recall it.

How is it that at times you do not even have the energy to stand up and get your feet to move, you are expected to dance? Because at times my feet just give it away. That I'm unable to stand. That I'm unable to move. Nor am I able to dance.

I read between the lines and find it kind of weird. How does the person whose hope seems lost have the strength to dance?

It takes two to clap. It takes two to dance.

I get it now. It's not that the person is strong enough to dance amidst the storm. It's just that someone else is taking the lead, and all it takes is following his steps. No, you do not need to dance all by yourself. Whenever you're tired, you just gotta follow the lead. Take the hand that's outstretched in front of you. Take it. And follow the lead.

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