When Text Fall short, I Dance
I experience a impressive drive that desire to be liberated. To be expressed. To come into existence. And I want to know how. Additional importantly, I want to know what this “drive” is. For it drains me to the main that I am weakened by its imprisonment. Bodily, I am well but my soul cries out for a voice. Probably I do not let myself to pay attention. I worry what it might expose.
On one particular hand, I desire it to materialise so I may perhaps keep it in my hand and release it as one particular would a butterfly caught in a spider’s world-wide-web. On the other, my rational getting bids me to stare it in the encounter and demand responses. The questions I are not able to fairly determine. Not in terms. So I am stuck. I would like for a dialogue but the words and phrases do not arrive.
It appears I am at a gridlock: my soul begs for release, my thoughts resists and so my body: a point out of confusion. I lay awake at evening thinking if this power comes from a put of profundity or frivolity. I can’t explain to. I can, nevertheless, convey to you how this inability to articulate into terms makes me sense: discouraged, angry. By itself. Like an toddler who, not able to communicate an instant need to have in speech, cries and screams to be recognized. But I am all developed up. So I cry inside of and I scream in silence.
It would seem even in the environment of grownups, the language of words and its mastery normally fails to seize the spirit of our this means. We say “I like you” when the enjoy has gone. We say “I detest you” when all we come to feel is like. Words betray. They are merely too restricted. Deficient. Ambiguous. The pressure we come to feel, the depth of our thoughts is so strong, vigorous and elaborate that expressing it in text only provide to weaken and confine.
I ought to know. In my job exactly where phrases are the currency employed to inspire, impact and change people’s strategies, the “message” – a string of words and phrases cleverly woven alongside one another – does not usually adhere. So it must not be so disappointing that in my personal dominion, text are unsuccessful to precise meaning to my conundrum.
Bitterly, I retreat into my cocoon hoping a short respite from the world’s maddening rate will centre my views and give rise to speech that frees the unexpressed.
It does not. What I find – buried and overlooked, shut down by a heavy artillery of “grown-up” difficulties – is a distant memory of emotional exuberance and bodily rapture that when ignited my passions and influenced self-expression. There are no words or speech that colors its strength and delivers it to lifestyle. It is pure flesh. Its language is the system. It understands only rhythm. It does not lie for it can’t. It speaks only reality. When the body will take in excess of, the thoughts obeys and the soul delights. In the second, I surrender to its electrical power. Shed all inhibitions. Unshackle that which chains my currently being. In the language of dance, I give voice to my soul. I lay my thoughts to relaxation. I converse to my human body. We make beautiful discussion.