In the center of every art there is a heART that pumps creativity, innovation and
diversity and I believe the muscles are strong on technic. The need therefore
is to exercise more to equal the muscles and maximize them for growth of skill.I always thought valentine
was about love but as I have come to figure it’s all about big gifts, color red
and quickies. yes! Think about it. They
are engraved in sweet nothings and poetic sms. While you are so glued to
it i took time to envision a perfect love this must be my love for dance.
My passion
has made me crazy-crazy in love, weak, strong, a little mix of both, I have
lost battles, won some and I survived because am in love. I remember the first
day I met dance like it was yesterday. I was weak and vulnerable, surprisingly
comfortable with the situation and mis directed. I loved the illusion that I
was a dancer and I made no effort to improve my otherwise naïve assumptions. I
therefore, for a considerably long time, did the wrong movement and my friends
praised me because my faking seemed real. I wasn’t happy. Coincidentally dance
wasn’t happy too. She grilled me day and night pushed me to do something to
improve our then current situation. Learn the right technic, attitude, get good
teachers. I felt the need too but I procrastinated on numerous opportunities
and so dance was mad. She threatened to leave me if I did not try to be real
with myself and I thought she just needed a reason to leave me. I would give
her one, I gave up, left her before she could walk away from me.
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| I GAVE UP, LEFT HER BEFORE SHE COULD WALK AWAY FROM ME! |
I felt free and for a period I smiled all the
way. I had a lot of time to spend with movies, class work , human friends .You
would catch me on the pub getting my groove on, drinks on my tab and this made
me so nocturnal. My night life was so alive probably because most of my friends
were friends in the dark( I called them fun). They taught me to say yes to
everything and to live without a purpose. I Exposed myself to insecurity and my
health was daily regressing. My house from the ground floor was now very far
away. The stair case was a constant reminder of
how weak I was becoming but fun would not let me have a moment to reason
everything out. I missed a whole lot of class work in the name of rest , spent
alot
of my money
on medical bills and time offered no solace, no remorse. In fact time was so
hard on me that I considered him my number one enemy. Always ticking, letting
me suffer the consequences of my actions. Time you were so cruel and short of
mercy.
And so, as
time would have it, fun left my side on claims that I was broke and I was not
strong enough to keep up. Fun would check on me occasionally especially on
weekends, and we would bond but I felt he was not a true friend.I boiled my
anger to rebuilding myself and its true what goes around comes around because
the doctor tells me my heart looks like a guy on a pike freeze...I had to start
where I left my better life and so I headed to dance. She was so mad but I
could tell she was ready to reconcile. Part of the deal was that I would
practice each and every day to regain my health, be faithful and always keep my
word. I don’t take it for granted and I have been good at it for a long time.
We spend time always everyday without fail and you might think am crazy but I
love dance and am glad she loves me back.
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| I LOVE DANCE AND AM GLAD SHE LOVES ME BACK |
Who shares my love?
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