Play one of your favorite songs, close your eyes and start dancing in your room. You will feel as free as a bird flying in the sky. No one can judge your moves, not even you. Then, your hand hits the chair. You move away from the chair and you are now careful not to hit it again. Again, it feels good. You are one with the music. You move with its rhythm. Then, your leg hits the bed. Now, you also have to be careful not to hit the bed. You’re still flying in the sky but your sky is getting smaller. After some time, once you have hit the chair again, and the bed, and the bed lamp you start to give up dancing. You just stand there with your eyes closed.
Does this remind of you something? for example, your life? When we were children we were free to do anything. We would take everything we desired, run anywhere we wished and when we wanted something we wouldn’t hesitate to ask. We were dancing freely in the universe. Then, we started to hit the walls and the chairs when our mother told us we can’t play in the living room, when our friends laughed at us when we told them we want to become a hero when we grow up, when they made us sit in exams and marked us. They taught us our limits and we accepted it. Boy, I wish we hadn’t. We learnt that to be happy in all levels of life is impossible, that a stress-free life is a myth. We stopped dancing. We are just standing still with our eyes closed trying as hard as we can not to hit the walls. It’s time we open our eyes and see that this room has a door, that we can dance outside where there are no walls.
“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