Sometimes I wish I could be a ballerina.
So graceful, strong, light. I would twirl and
jump on stage and I would feel so happy and peaceful inside.I would be
good at something.
Not that I am
a sport type I cannot even dance but in my dreams I perform with a big smile on
my face and the diamonds on my skirt are shining in the light.Oh,all
those tutus I couId have to pair with my white tights and pink point shoes.Not that I know
how to tie them.I just admire
the passion all dancer and athletes have.
How dedicated they are. I think
about it and I am simply jealous. Don’t
worry I am not going to sign to a dance
class and definitely there is no chance for me to get an Olympic medal. That’s
not going to happen, but despite that if I feel like letting all my dreams go I
just put on some documentary. I watch the sweat,tears, blood and I feel
inspired. Maybe I can’t do a flip but I will realize my dreams.
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