Life, at all times, is an ever-changing dance, one which there are many interpretations of. Some move fast, some move slow, some move in a manner unseen to the other dancers. What do they share in common, as far separated as their styles of expression may be? They are dancing their dance and collectively they form the dance.
For each place taken up by a moving body, a dancer lost in space, there remains a bystander. Despite the efforts of some to persuade the non-participative members to join, no amount of external influence will convince them to become involved. The decision to embark on a weird, wonderful journey of expression begins within oneself, often coming about when the trick is out of the bag and the joke holds no weight any longer.
Stagnation and misery arrive when the dance is not taken on—when the member resigns themself to the contrasting lifestyle of mindless obedience and lack of personal interpretation to life. In opposition to this, we should teach from the earliest years of life to cut one’s path for themselves and to bravely venture into the unknown. The well trodden path holds little for secrets, yet the undiscovered climb offers a perspective unconstrained.
Wherever you may be in the pursuit of the dance, the good news is that the song never ends. The dance will remain long after we’re gone.
“If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.”
~ Seneca