This time, dance....

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”
― Rumi

 I used to dance. I guess, I needed to. To vent out the shit I had in my head. I was in the middle of the fighting and they used to let me dance with them, so  I did, a lot! I did not quite dance when I was all free. I should have. 

Now, I want to dance but Rumi did not mention shit about Dancing when one is confused in his own head. I am. What should I do? I would like to dance again, but where do I find the people to dance with? Where have all the dancers gone? I can't say I love salsa either, or else I would have joined some salsa class by now. I would like to do some contemporary. I would love to perform again, in front of thousands of people. How do I do that? 

IIT has spoilt me, it made performing in front of 5000 people, come so easy to me.... How do I get there this time?

I'll probably keep looking for the answers to the questions ( in my head that keep me confused) and for the opportunities to dance........ Thanks Rumi for missing a part in your saying and letting me come up with it on my own.

Dance, when you are confused.
Dance, when there is nothing important.

Dance if you want to.
Dance if you can. 

Dance with the lights.
Dance with the sounds.

 

 
Dance again....

 

The Dreamer!!!

What would a dreamer think? The question answers itself. He wont! He would rather dream... Is there a difference between dream and reality? The answer again, is obvious... what I believe in, is real and the rest, a dream... so what would happen if I start believing in my dreams?

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The answer to this question is not very obvious to me! Why? Because my brain is not prepared to handle the inevitable absurdity. I am bound to a structure. I am a part of a very hard-bound rigid state of mind, which I call reality.

How should I tell my brain to accept the dreams? I cant! Reaching a stage, where the absurdity is acceptable, would render the absurd, logical and the dream, real.

The unfolding of this absurd logic is what hereby I term as the paradox of my consciousness.

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