I heard an interesting story from a traveller recently. The person was talking about moving into the world of travel and how leaving the familiar attracts comment and action from others who remain in the same motion as before, just without the traveller.
She said,
It is like a dance, you know, Your family in particular is like being part of a dance where everyone knows the steps, the rhythmn and the outcomes when the memory tune begins to play. I was in a dance, she said.... I was in a dance where we all took our places, the music began and we danced. Some "friends" are like that too. When I move this way, then you do this- oh, she said... the familiarity and comfort of these actions because everyone knows where they are. If I say this then you will do that because that is how it works.
Then someone decides they want to Samba when the others waltz... this of course means they are listening to a new rhythmn, a different beat, a silent tune that makes them do things that do not fit. Immediately someone tries to pull them into place- get those steps right, hear the tune that they hear... but her music continues as the lure of change means that she is out of step and others cannot move in the same way. She said it is like the beat of a different drum and how interesting are the ways that others use to make you stay the same so they can can continue a same interaction with you.
She said, I heard that different tune. I wanted to travel, leave the familiar because I wanted to hear more new tunes, dance to many different beats and find different ways of dancing with new partners....
So she said, she left the familiar and went......
The story caught my mind and my thinking as I began to ponder how often we remain because we do not hear the changed beat.
Just thinking...
She said,
It is like a dance, you know, Your family in particular is like being part of a dance where everyone knows the steps, the rhythmn and the outcomes when the memory tune begins to play. I was in a dance, she said.... I was in a dance where we all took our places, the music began and we danced. Some "friends" are like that too. When I move this way, then you do this- oh, she said... the familiarity and comfort of these actions because everyone knows where they are. If I say this then you will do that because that is how it works.
Then someone decides they want to Samba when the others waltz... this of course means they are listening to a new rhythmn, a different beat, a silent tune that makes them do things that do not fit. Immediately someone tries to pull them into place- get those steps right, hear the tune that they hear... but her music continues as the lure of change means that she is out of step and others cannot move in the same way. She said it is like the beat of a different drum and how interesting are the ways that others use to make you stay the same so they can can continue a same interaction with you.
She said, I heard that different tune. I wanted to travel, leave the familiar because I wanted to hear more new tunes, dance to many different beats and find different ways of dancing with new partners....
So she said, she left the familiar and went......
The story caught my mind and my thinking as I began to ponder how often we remain because we do not hear the changed beat.
Just thinking...
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