Own Choreography

I have made plenty of mistakes in my life.

Haven’t we all? In the symphony of life, the music plays and we dance. I view mistakes as dance steps we are meant to learn.

There would be the long, gliding process of making a decision
Pausing when in doubt
Uncertain to go on… The Tango.

The times when we are on a high
With fluid and graceful movements
Then we trip, miss a step… The Ballet.

We hear drumbeats as our hands and arms mime the sound
Hips undulating in figure eights to the chantings of the mele
We hear but do we listen… The Hula.

When we casually slide along a path
Tapping our feet here and there
Merely dipping our toes in; but not realizing the full potentials… The Shuffle.

Nervous and agitated with the spins and twirls we cast
Rushing to the jazz tempo of splits and acrobatic maneuvers
Yet relying on others to catch us from our stunts… The Jitterbug.

And the dance that mimics the rhythm of the heartbeat
Feeling the music and moving the body to the rhythm
The rhythm, is it yours or others… The Reggae.

It doesn’t matter whether we have two left feet. Or whether we step out of rhythm. Or whether some muscles have long since hibernated. What matters is to listen to your own music and simply dance away, faltering or not, with or without mistakes.

“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.”

Your dance, is your own creative expression. It is your own art painted and splashed with your true colours. When we grasp the entirety of our experiences – the dance steps, the peaks, and the blunders – only then can we fully appreciate life’s symphony and carry on the beat and rhythm of our own music, in our own cadence, in our own strut.

So strut away and create your own choreography.
Then come dance with me…
Namaste. =)