“They can write whatever they want about dancing, but it is no use: you have to dance to find out what they are talking about. Dance to the point of exhaustion, like mountain-climbers scaling some sacred peak. Dance until, out of breath, our organism can receive oxygen in a way that it is not used to, and this ends up making us lose our identity, our relation with space and time.”
Life is funny. Or rather, God is amazing. I was recently doing some house-cleaning this week when I came across some old books I haven’t seen in awhile, among them written by one of my favorite authors, Paulo Coelho. It was The Witch of Portobello, and the beautiful line I quoted at the beginning was lifted from its pages. What was so funny was that since the books I found actually belonged to me, it meant that I have, at some point in my life, already read them. And, given that I was cleaning that day, they were meant to be shelved. But as I picked up the book, I saw the back cover and decided at that point that I was going to re-read it. It said, “How do we find the courage to always be true to ourselves—even if we are unsure of who we are?”. Now I don’t know what you guys think, but judging from my current state of living (mentioned at the end of my previous blog entry), it was as if those lines were screaming directly at me. Continue reading
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