Passion. Such a simple word. Simply 7 letters, that can bring every single existing emotion to our heart, through our movements, our tears, our face and our body. Passion. Something so personal, but at the same time, something that so many of us share. Whether it's dancing, painting, juggling, hooping, singing, acting, collectioning objects of all kind or just, creating.
Creation. Another word that can mean so much. Creation is what makes us human. Creation is what drives us. Creation is life. Creation is all around us, 24/7. It's in that boy who just mixed things to try to make a cake, it's in that young woman who just gave birth, it's to that gorgeous teenager dancing her heart out on stage, it's even in that young man, who just declared his flame for his love. Because yes, that is creation. He created the words in his brain, even if they already existed, he had to make them pop into his mind, and make them go through all the way to his lips, and even if so many people already said those words a million times, in every situation, those words, by the way they were said, full of emotions, mean so much and so little, that yes, he created them. "I love you". They were his own creation. If he already said those words before, he never said it this way, with this meaning, at this exact time and place, to that person. And then again, the other one, guy or girl, will have to go through the same long but rapid process to create the words, hopefully "I love you too". Creation is passion, and passion is creation. To create is to live. To live is to create. Passion can take so many forms but only one thing can determine if it's truly a passion. It's that feeling. That feeling you get when you are free minded, when your body is not strapped to anything anymore when you can just let yourself go and every single inch of you move. You might not even notice the movement. But just because the feeling inhabited you, your mind, and your soul, it took over your body even if you might not be moving. I'm not a dancer. I wish I was. I have no flexiblity, no technique, no talent for dance. Yet, I feel good dancing. I elaborate dances, alone, with music that I play. I'm a piano player. It's not my passion, but it's one of my arts. I don't create, I transform. I take pieces, learn them, and play them as I wish. Slow, fast, loud or quiet, it is mine to decide. Dance gives you that same liberty, and more. So please. If you are passionate, about anything, once, only once, I ask you to please, let that passion take over, and magically, you will dance.
