When I was seven, my ballet instructor told me that I have hyperextended knees.
"It's great! All dancers want hyper extensions!" She assured.
From that tender age, I always wondered. Is having what everyone else wants worth it? How much is the value increased? How much more desirable to you appear to others? From the time I was seven, I never really stopped thinking about the broad aspects of existence. I still incorporated my enjoyments into life, I just analyzed them far too much.
When I was almost sixteen, my passion for dance, and use for hyperextended knees, was killed. Dissolved. I know longer had a use for it. If someone ceases your ability to practice the art that makes you feel alive, is it worth it? Passion is never enough to practice
"It's great! All dancers want hyper extensions!" She assured.
From that tender age, I always wondered. Is having what everyone else wants worth it? How much is the value increased? How much more desirable to you appear to others? From the time I was seven, I never really stopped thinking about the broad aspects of existence. I still incorporated my enjoyments into life, I just analyzed them far too much.
When I was almost sixteen, my passion for dance, and use for hyperextended knees, was killed. Dissolved. I know longer had a use for it. If someone ceases your ability to practice the art that makes you feel alive, is it worth it? Passion is never enough to practice