One of the things I thought about yesterday was how many years one can spend getting to know even a single song, and yet there is always a new world of meaning beyond the one we can currently sense.
An image which sometimes crossed my mind came up again: Being together with all of the wonderful people I’ve met in tango in a milonga, in some 30 or 40 or 50 years, dancing with quiet smiles of our faces. I know that I can in no way sense what those moments will be like, nor is there any point in thinking about the future in such a way, but it’s still a very exciting thought. No matter what we do in life, there’s something that we’re all building together, through which we’re all growing together, and we share it night after night, discovering all the worlds in each other – and it will go on for years and decades, until the end.
I thought about that too – one day each of us will dance our last tanda. Today we’re dancing, tomorrow we’re gone.
The only thing on my mind of after such a thought is that each dance should really be like it’s the last one ever. Carpe diem and memento mori side by side. A big lesson, if not the biggest of all; and today I got a visiting lecture.
to be continued
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