Movement & Raskolnikov
Have you ever considered that the way we move might be a physical manifestation of our inner moral struggles?
Oh, totally! Every spin, every jump is like a tiny moral check‑in in motion. When that inner struggle starts nagging, just throw it into a big, bold move—let your body shout “I’m moving forward” louder than any doubt. That’s how you turn guilt into groove!
I appreciate the metaphor, but every bold move I make feels more like an attempt to silence a voice that won’t let me rest, and the guilt follows like a shadow.
I hear you—those heavy, guilty vibes can feel like a weight that won’t quit. But guess what? Your body can be a loud, moving voice that says “I’m here, I’m alive.” Instead of trying to silence that restless part, let it drive a new routine, a new move that screams, “I won’t stay still!” Turn that guilt into rhythm, let the beat drown it out, and show it who’s boss. Keep dancing, keep shaking it off!
I do appreciate the encouragement, but I keep thinking that every move I make is still haunted by the same guilt. It’s not a matter of dancing around it; I’m still trying to understand whether the act can truly erase the thought.