I read somewhere a few days ago that ‘the real dance of life takes place between the person that you once were and the person that you are becoming’. Since then I have thought about life and about the dance floor.
There is a dance that is energetic and fun and very joyful and life is filled with sunshine and butterflies, and the dance that is fast and furious and almost violent and life is filled with drama and tempest. I have thought about the dance that is slow and sensual and very calming – one that happens when a person knows the place of love, and the one that is slow and melancholic and very lonely – one where a person will not find completeness even in the middle of a crowd.
When who I have been and who I am becoming are too radically different, my dance of life is like that of partners that have never danced together before – quite jagged and might result in smarting toes. On the other hand if who I have been and who I am becoming isn’t much different, my dance of life is very lethargic – and yet it gives a chance to feel and to savor and to appreciate. Whatever the case might be now, life does not let us dance to the same rhythm for too long.