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There are shortcuts to happiness

There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them. Vicki Baum
There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.

Vicki Baum

Vicki Baum was more than ink and paper. She was a symphony—a blend of words, music, and wanderlust. Picture young Vicki—a dreamer with ink-stained fingers. Her mother, Mathilde, battled mental demons, and her father, a bank clerk, met a tragic end in occupied Serbia. Vicki’s life was a chiaroscuro—a dance between light and shadow.

She strummed the harp, notes weaving through her veins. Music led her to Germany, where she played in concert halls—the harp strings echoing her longing. But words beckoned louder. Vicki became a journalist, her pen chasing stories through Berlin’s bustling streets.

Imagine moonlit ballrooms—the rustle of silk, the twirl of skirts. Vicki knew that happiness wasn’t a distant star; it was a waltz waiting to be danced.

Vicki whispers, “Dance!” Not just with your feet, but with your soul. When we sway to music, we bypass life’s labyrinth. It’s a shortcut—a secret passage to joy. The ballroom becomes our sanctuary, and every step is a syllable in our happiness poem. Dancing syncs our heartbeat with the universe. It’s laughter in motion, a tango with existence. When we twirl, we’re not just moving; we’re aligning with joy. The world fades, and all that remains is the rhythm—the pulse of life.

Vicki’s quote isn’t about perfect pirouettes. It’s about freedom—the liberation from worries, doubts, and mundane gravity. In that whirl, we shed our burdens. We become stardust, spinning toward happiness.

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