MyBeat

Dance.

I am no dancer.

Well, no GOOD dancer.

But, dammit, I love it. Both watching it, and doing it.

To move, to feel, to create art with your very body and soul is amazing.

People seem to put dance down, to spat upon the genre itself, with almost instantaneous neglect. Why?

Dance is not some jumbled mess performed with frivolity... it is breath, beat, being, belief.

It is taking the welling up of anger, excitement, sadness, joy, and allowing it to manifest itself in movement. It is the absence of inhibition and the epitome of freedom.

Dance makes you feel, makes you live, makes you love, makes you laugh.

You take the pounding of your pulse, the acceleration of your adrenaline, the looseness of your limbs, the explosion of your emotions, the beauty of the beat, and go with it, run with it, fly with it.

Dance is art.

It is the definition of what makes us human... or at least what used to.

The enjoyment of life, the complete and utter liberation of simply breathing and being is what dance sets out to encompass.

So... enjoy it. Move, be free, be HAPPY. Find your beat, and dance your heart out.

I don't know what inspired me to post this. Perhaps it was the beauty of routines like those of choreographers Travis Wall or Mia Michaels or Stacey Tookey who take concepts of family tragedy, addiction, and fear (respectively), and turn them into a living, breathing spectacle.

Whatever the reason, I encourage you to dance... just to move, to live a little. I'm not telling you to get down to the music in the elevator (well, maybe I am), and I am CERTAINLY not saying you have to be good, but just do it, enjoy it, enjoy life. There is a reason why music makes us want to move, and why that movement can move us to tears.

So... dance...

You'll live longer.

"Dancing is the loftiest. the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no more translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself."