
Sanyu <Duriretlan>
"Bienvenue chez mon jardin secret~"
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| August 11: Ballet | 837 Tage her | ||
I am kicking myself for quitting when I was 7. Having quit, I will never be able to study ballet professionally unless I am an extreme natural at it. I tried to lift my leg though, and I think I may do some exercises for flexibility before I take it up again. ^_^;But I do want to take it up again, and take it up rather seriously. I don't know what will come of that though, since I don't want to teach ballet and I don't even find theatrical ballet too appealing to start. I cried when I was told very sternly that professional dance, at my age, was quite strictly out of the question. I doubt I'd have taken the path even if I was still naive enough to think I could. I'm sure if I'd dedicated a decade to it though that I may think differently. Either way, ballet is something dear. It's a way in which I may evoke elegance in such an inelegant and coarse society as today's. I am NOT a fan of rap, gangsta, any of black society. If you took that for racism, I take you for a fool; it's self-proclaimed, not something they deny, whether it's limited to black or white or not. Even though I'm not a fan, I don't hate it. I hate it being shoved in my face and inescapable, though. I flourish in the literature of authors like Oscar Wilde. He's gotten me back into reading, and his writing now flows to me as smoothly as a whimsical ballet dancer jumps across swan lake; his style of writing can be smooth like such or it can be as sudden as a dancer forthwith bounding up and just as suddenly and soundly lands, en pointe. It is in these arts that I find the good in people. I'd like very much to uphold these thoughts as long as is possible, and if my strength lies with dancing, I shall take my leave with it and bid you adieu. | |||
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