While attending milongas, we look on in admiration as experienced tango dancers execute steps that we've never seen before. How did he or she do that? we think to ourselves. I want to learn that, too!

We work to figure it out, either on our own or with the help of teachers and peers. We think that once we figure it out - whatever "it" happens to be - we'll finally be happy with our dancing. But on the way to figuring "it" out, or once we do, we realize there's yet more to discover.  As a result, do we let our minds slip into a cycle of frustration and struggle? Or do we instead appreciate the constant discovery and endless layers of understanding?

With tango, there is no final "it" to figure out. There is always more. There is only more.