Dance

Take this: 

Have you ever felt like you're dancing to a rhythm that only you can hear? As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." In a world that yearns for conformity, I find solace in the haunting beauty of dancing to the melodies that others cannot hear. 

Well basically, this quote has been a repeating theme of my existence and has resonated deeply with me, capturing the essence of my journey through life and the judgments I have faced along the way, a journey plagued by the piercing notes of overthinking which oftenly leads to melancholy.

You see, there is a peculiar joy in finding your own melody amidst a world that often prefers conformity. There is a certain sadness that accompanies the act of dancing alone. It is a bittersweet symphony, filled with longing and a profound sense of isolation. It's as if I have stumbled upon a secret symphony, hidden within the recesses of my soul. It's sad when you try to move to the rhythm of your unseen melodies, 

As you sway to the rhythms of your inner orchestra, 

that moment when a somber mist envelopes you, 

when you are casted with an ethereal glow as you sway on your solitary waltz...

where each step echoes with the weight of your emotions, as if your dance is an elegy to the unspoken sorrows of my soul.

That's when you notice the bewildered gazes of those who cannot hear the same enchanting melodies.

sucks, right?

But should their lack of understanding deter us from dancing to our own tunes? Should we allow their piercing looks like we are being stabbed by icy daggers matter? Should their confusion, opinions and judgments silence the harmonies that resonate within us? If people cannot fathom the music that resonates within us, nor do they comprehend the profound depths of your melancholic dance and see your movements as erratic, like a moth drawn to the flame of madness, should you stop? 

I guess not. I will not.

It is in these moments when we let go and embrace the music within, that we experience a profound liberation—a freedom that is not bound by the chains of societal expectations. It is within the realms of this perceived insanity that we find solace, for it is here that our true selves are unveiled.

It's not always easy, though. The world can be a cacophony of dissonant voices, constantly trying to drown out our individual melodies. Life's dissonant chords and broken harmonies have woven a tapestry of melancholy around us. We are bombarded with messages telling us to fit in, to conform, to dance to the beats of the masses without fully understanding that the music that we dance into,  is a lament for the pains we have endured, for the losses and heartaches that have left indelible marks upon our souls. It is an intricate composition of unfulfilled dreams, shattered hopes, and the whispers of regrets that linger in the corridors of our minds. 

But amidst the melancholy, there is a delicate beauty that emerges, like a single ray of sunlight piercing through the heavy clouds. It is in the depths of sorrow that we find the rawest form of humanity—the ability to embrace our pain and transform it into something profound. There is a beauty in embracing our uniqueness, even if it means being misunderstood. After all, the greatest works of art have often been met with skepticism and disdain by those who fail to appreciate their brilliance. Vincent van Gogh's vibrant strokes were dismissed as madness, and yet his paintings now adorn the walls of prestigious museums. The genius of composers like Beethoven and Mozart was once criticized, and yet their symphonies continue to stir our souls centuries later.

So why should we shy away from being labeled as "insane"? Perhaps it is in our perceived madness that true genius lies. Perhaps it is when we defy convention and allow ourselves to be guided by the unseen melodies that we uncover the depths of our own creativity. 

In the silence between steps, I question the world around me. Why must the dancers who defy conventions and follow their own rhythm be coined as "mad"? 

Is it not the world that is deaf to the symphony of individuality, blind to the exquisite nuances of our unique melodies? The truth is that society fears what it cannot comprehend, and so it seeks comfort in conformity, dismissing those who dance to the beat of their own hearts as outliers.

There is a certain loneliness in this melancholic dance, an ache that permeates the very core of our existence. The melodies we hear are a constant reminder of the beauty that is often overlooked, the pain that is seldom acknowledged. It is a dance that weaves together joy and sorrow, light and darkness, as we navigate the delicate balance between hope and despair.

So, we continue to sway to he unheard music, to sing to the unheard tune, to draw and do art to the unseen colors, and to express ourselves through the mist of melancholy. My dance, my song, my arte and my expressions may be solitary, but it is not devoid of purpose. It is a testament to the depths of my soul, an offering to the unseen forces that guide my steps, my notes and my strokes. And perhaps, in the somber elegance of this expressions i do, I find a glimmer of catharsis—a way to exorcise the demons that linger within.

In the end, it is not the judgments of others that define us, but the melodies we choose to dance to, the lyrics we sing nor the arts we do . 

In this melancholic dance, depressive song and tempestuous art work, I invite you to witness the vulnerability that lies beneath the facade. To feel the depths of sorrow and the echoes of longing. For it is in embracing our melancholy that we come to understand the intricacies of our own existence. And though the world may judge us, let us remember that the most extraordinary arts are the ones that carry the weight of our melancholic hearts, as we weave our stories through the very fabric of the universe.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall immerse myself once again in the melancholic embrace of my dance—a testament to the unseen melodies that reverberate within my soul, whispering tales of the human experience that remain unheard by the world.

Wanna dance with me?