Dance

View what is as if you didn't even knew how to talk. Red is not red, blue is not blue. Hard is not hard, soft is not soft. Male is not male, female is not female. There is just...this jazz. (Alan Watts) Maybe it is all a dance and what if your contribution was not to learn the moves, but to bring to the dance floor your own flow? What if, against all society rules, you take the grasp of your earliest childhood innocent and ridiculous moment and start believing that was you, against everything thought and learned? Charles Bukovski might have been right, but saying your purpose in life is " to not try'. All we are looking for might be in not adding to the equation, but subtracting, in going back, not chasing far away fields,but in going simple and becoming again that child who was asking "stupid questions". The " stupid questions", the weirdness in each of us, the "point extreme" which we are trying to confine and set it within the made boundaries, that is the dance teacher from whom we should learn our moves. And maybe, once those inner feet long confined in outside struggle will suddenly learn the dance is from within and they will start tapping the floor, the beloved society we live in might start learning that the ballroom dancing should leave room to some tribal drums, some belly dancing and some gypsy long forgotten kicks which can make the world tremble.