There’s the solider, the one who has to be there because they’re under an authority.
And there’s the dancing partner, the one who wants to be there for no other reason but to join the dance.
Of course, you can choose to be either. A solider can participate in their duty with the mind of a dancer. The reverse is rarer.
When a dancer lives under an authority it crushes their spirit. Extinguishes the fire in their belly.
Adults tend to be like soliders, requiring authority to bring them together. Children unite through dancing.
The people I most enjoy spending time with are dancers. Ones who draw circles in the sand and use their extended hand to say c'mon, let's dance in the ring together. And even the soldiers I kick around with, they’re dancers at heart too.