More often than not, we see life as a fight – when it could be a tango.
We forecast a series of battles instead of agreements.
We run up against walls instead of doors.
But what if, when we threw that first punch, loaded that first weapon or put our shoulder to the wall, our opponent yielded?
What if our adversary was really our dance partner?
The more I practise, the more I find that life can be a tango instead of a fight. If I yield to life’s twists and turns, I’m able to follow its lead.
Then… instead of getting bruised, I make a dance.
None of this is easy – it goes against years of training.
But with enough practice, we can dance… not box.