At a small café table near the Resurrection of Christ Cathedral in Podgorica, Dejan and Elena sat with cups of coffee in front of them. A gentle breeze carried the scent of cypress and flowering shrubs from the nearby park. The sun caressed their faces as they conversed in tones of quiet life philosophy.
Dejan: "You know, Elena, when I look at this cathedral, I can’t help but think about how much effort went into it, how much thought was poured into every stone and every line. But it wasn’t a race. It was more like a dance — a dance of the architect, the craftsmen, all those who worked here. They listened to the rhythm of something greater than themselves, and how this building grew on them from different sides."
Elena: "And that’s exactly why the cathedral is so magnificent. There’s no grandeur in something built just to be finished quickly. The dance you’re talking about allows every moment to hold meaning. But tell me, Dejan, how is it that people today are forgetting about this dance? How did we come to measure everything only by speed and results?"
Dejan laughed, lifting his cup of coffee. "That’s because we were taught that life is a straight line — from point A to point B. Do you remember when we were kids? We were first taught about systems — the circulatory system, breathing, the universe. Everything was harmonious and interconnected. But somewhere along the way, they told us: ‘Now run!’ Run through school, careers, goals. Forget the dance."
Elena nodded, smiling softly. "I remember a scene from Podgorica. At an intersection, a man in a big, expensive car stopped in the middle of the road to blow a kiss to a friend. His friend came over, and they started chatting. Right there, at the intersection! In London, everyone would’ve honked at them. Here? No one even blinked. It’s as if even the drivers knew that moment was important."
Dejan: "That’s the essence of it. In big cities, in all that rush, people are like slaves. But here, among the mountains, the sun, and the wind, life has a different rhythm. Nature reminds you that not everything is linear. When was the last time you stopped just to listen?"
Elena paused for a moment, gazing thoughtfully at the cathedral. "Last winter. I was in the mountains. Snow was everywhere, silence — perfect silence. And in that moment, I felt like I was part of something much greater. That there was no need to rush. Just presence."
Dejan: "That’s why I often tell people: look at life as a dance. A person is dancing energy. Even Tesla had a dance. I’m talking about his way of thinking. He didn’t rush. His inventions came as a result of that intuitive understanding of rhythm. It’s the same with great entrepreneurs today. They’re not linear thinkers. They connect — ideas, people, opportunities."
Elena: "I agree. Tesla didn’t make plans on paper but in his mind. That’s the dance, that ability to see the whole picture. And you know what? I think it’s something we can all learn. If we would just stop and listen."
Dejan smiled and nodded. "Exactly. When we listen, when we slow down, that’s when we see what truly matters. That’s why I love this place. This cathedral, this coffee, this moment. This is the dance."
The sun slowly began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. Dejan and Elena continued their conversation, in tune with the rhythm provided by the serene Podgorica evening. Their dance of thoughts and words was as harmonious as the nature surrounding them.
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