Now Life is a Dance

Yeah I had to post another one and the only reason for this one is that a song a neighbor played all evening to enjoyment of seeing that everyone heard it played repetitively throughout his repertoire that particular day, but never the less I thought about how closely it related to another blog and so I put them all together and it seems that there are as many descriptions for life and how we each see and I am sure that the list will increase as each minutes tic away writing about it. So without further adieu and not much anticipation on your part I have now learned that life is also a dance. The line in the chorus was what made me realise that maybe life may be closer to being an anagram that the ride we all view it as all basically meant the same thing, just using a different word to describe it and then those words strung together again are even a more discriptive anagram of each own's meaning and spelling and all meaning the same thing.

I am sure you can each see why I have come to this conclusion. So let's see what we have here, we have life is like a dance or a roller coaster or maybe it is closer to a box of chocolates and you may never find that unless you take a bite into life, you may never "savour" the taste of life or then it could be that it is a roller coaster because it is full of highs, pitfalls and those pesky curves life so aimlessly throw at us with such precision our paranoia encreases until one day the ride stops and redirects our attention to other possibilities that life could be described as and it coud be more like a hot air balloon ride. Steadily ascending going to great heights and if done properly slowly descending in a controlled manor and learning to live with those little those pesky little crosswinds that seem always to at our back that realize that maybe that it could be just like a dance, but that would mean that you would have to view it the same way and how often has that ever really happened that two individuals would ever see the same exact thing each other really saw in something. If I were a betting man I would decline the bet, because the odds of that ever happening were stacked against the one who thought that the thought was a possibility.

Now this is where it gets complicated because dance is a pretty descriptive art form and you have many forms of dance. Yes life could be viewed as a dance, after all there are times you just seem to glide across life's plains doing a waltz, which even that art form has its on sub forms or variations in which you glide and they too have their merits. Within each of the waltz's sub forms, like the Tennessee Waltz or even the waltz that takes you across Texas is more of a regional for of the same dance, just slightly altered for a different audience. And there you are waltzing with one hand on her waist, the delicate glove covered hand giving her soft small hand a cradle. And effortlessly gliding along life's dance floor.

Maybe the Argentine Tango with its serpentine movements and heat it generates as your passion builds and two fiery souls are synchronous with each step, with each gyration of the dance there evolves to an even more seductive mistress that hints at ecstasy awaits only finds that he forgot his protection, (I was going to use Body Condom, I have been wanting to find something to write about in order to use it...) but when I reflectively looked back it really didn't sound right using as an adjective or pronoun are a noun now that I think about it, (notice how even here, used differently to describe the same thing like the word describe itself) your final disappointment related to a body condom, but rather as the idea they forgot their protection, because then that itself is another anagram within an anagram. Protection could be used to describe a whole host of things, not prepared, unable to accept, never realized, never thought about it, didn't give it a second thought, see this could go on for quite some time, so I will just take it for granted that you are following this and move on. Deciding on the proper use and the encompassing definition in the ability to describe this event, protection and forgetting it basically means we are never really protected from anything determined to get at us. But then again, it could be more like the twist, the funky monkey, the groove, the jerk, all different but none the less a dance. God forbid that Disco ever gets to rise from its grave. A dance is a dance is a dance, just slight variations in some, and the others as different salt is from sugar, but we use them as a dance.

Intimacy in the dance, slowly swaying, slight touch of others in your life as your various partners in life or people who just cut-in. The closeness that you are not alone, the secureness you feel in the embrace as you spin and twirl, a slight touch to let you know they are there too.

But even our tastes in dance change and we find that closeness we once enjoyed disappate slowly and feel you are dancing apart, seemingly indifferent to the other's emotional state and our dance morphs into something less intimate but still close enough if you felt you were drifting too far,it was still insight and you still remembered the steps.

So until you find yourself so disassociated that you might as well be dancing alone and more like a pinball that ricochets from event to event in their lives. Then the story takes a whole other turn if we go the pinball route, after all I do want you to read this post through and not start yawning as your head bobs up in down like it is a barbiturate in the visual sense of the meaning of the post, so we will stay away from the arcade games and continue the dance. So after only a slight diversion we are back to the dance but you realize that the steps to the waltz had been forgotten and only the Watusi, the pony and swim were the only steps you knew now and they were totally void of any intimacy and the only pleasant thing about them, as you gyrated your way around the dance floor your partners were constantly changing. Now some could see that as a plus, a benefit, a windfall, (see how all three words just described the same thing?) and others would see it as being to roguish, crude, animalistic, barbarian, egotistacal, (again using words that could describe the same thing) as you danced through life. And then again I solidify my statement that people are just not going to see it quite the same as the other. But yet we dance because that is how we see life with its numerous styles, movements and beats, we just keep looking for that step that allows you to dance at your own beat through life.

Yes maybe a dance with all its indifferences it is all basically the same, our movement through life and how we see it or how hungry we are with those box of chocolates or how excited we feel as we ride the coaster, each having its own place and without arguement each used to describe one's life with just as a vivid palet as the other, they all satisfy the need for intimacy, objectiveness, independence, indifference and just as fuild or rigid as the steps dictate, we dance through it, what we dance is the choice of the dancer, let's see how many follow exactly the step your are doing. That would almost be like seeing the same thing at the same moment by two completely and unique only to themselves people acually mergining and becoming as one in unison! It would be like, well you know Chemistry, a universal event and when hasn't mans intervention and his constantly changing things so it adapted to him and he danced a new dance, which is closer to possibility than that anyone ever sees things the same. It is in our nature to live life as we see fit and adapting when need or rather changing your step in order to avoid or maybe be slightly out of step. Did you ever think that it could happen? The closest we dance to anyone is close enough to feel that intimacy, yet far enough to keep our toes from being stepped on.

Well there is always that predictability of the yoyo concept, now whose life doesn't have its ups and downs?

Later...


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