Dancing
I've never been able to dance. I don't think I'm coordinated enough for it.
Occasionally I find myself watching old recordings of dances. Two people, connected always, moving in new ways moment to moment, creating something completely original every time. The smiles on their faces. The laughs. The joy.
Can you imagine what it must be like to share such a vulnerable, intimate moment with someone? Sometimes I watch recordings of improvised dance, where the moves aren't preplanned and the partners are chosen at random. I have so much respect for people who have the confidence to just... be, with another person. Exist in the same space and communicate without words. Pushing and pulling, leading and following. Directionless and yet so purposeful it feels as though it must be scripted. But it's not. These people don't even know each other, yet they learn so much in such a short time. I can't imagine the feeling of that. Just watching the completely pure happiness on the stranger's faces, it makes me cry.
People can just... connect. Like that. It makes it seem so easy, so natural. It's beautiful to watch in real-time. A chemical reaction, where the product is the essence of the human spirit. That's a bit of a stretch, but the feelings feel real. I guess.
It's hard to explain.
Maybe I'll try to learn how to dance before I die.