Stomp, Stomp, Clap

The classic rock song sounds like this, “Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.

Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise
Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Kickin’ your can all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you”

And now for those who know this famous song from the group, “Queen”, the music is resonating through their heads. There is something dynamically memorable about such a classic tune, and once a person has listened to it a few times, the cadence never goes away. The beat is natural, and the pattern like the heartbeat. The flow is symbolic, and the cadence is not unlike the pattern of one's daily life. “Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.”

Should one apply this analogy to his or her being, there certainly would be parallels. One step is taken, and another step is required. One applause is gained, and another stomp must follow. The beat must go on, and the deterrents must not impede. Though set-backs occur, one must continue marching. Failed pursuits should become fuel for future ventures, and the cauldron inside must blaze hotter for the next opportunity on the horizon.

Step dear one whose marching has led to impasse. Stomp oh faithful one whose venture has been squashed. March importuned one to the next beat of the drum, and look for the clap from the audience of the one who matters most.

Until tomorrow...Why Say More?