Yesterday I had the opportunity to make sure do I have complexes or not. Yesterday there was a music festival in our city. And this time life has pampered us with real samba dancers from Brazil.
We were standing, swaying by the music tact, and it happened that a dancer invited me with my daughter to dance with her. My daughter refused, and I refused too. Oh my God, to dance in the street, surrounded by curious people, to dance by their applauds? Oh no.
Brazil looks at me with a reproachful smile, as if to say, “You will certainly refuse to dance – to dance with a real samba dancer ???”. And then I thought that I will let all my complexes go to hell but I will dance the samba.
Of course, next to this panther from Rio I looked like a cow dancing. But it was terribly fun.
Let’s free up our complexes in a well-deserved rest, don’t be afraid that someone will laugh or what anyone would think about you because only then will we be able to collect the fun and adventures of life.
© Fortune, 2009
Would you agree to dance the samba in the street?