((Completely out of character))
Life has been very, very, very kind to me lately. I just returned from a country that filled in an empty hole inside of me and gave my life new rythem, meaning, and spirit. I call it my home although I've never lived there.
I am a senior in high school doign excellent things. Everything has laid out just as it should giving me all the right stepping stones in the endless rock hopping across the river. And I love it! I lvoe it all! I'm living it up! That's what life should be for. The good times. The things you remember.
And then, one of he rocks is unsteady. Most likely the foothold. And you get splashed. I thought dance was this sure part of my life. I'm not being conceited or egotisitcal to say that I'm good at a whole lot of things. I have a natural ability to pick things up and just be able to do them without trying. Hence why I love the things I have to work for more. And dance I have to do just that.
I love it, it's been an integral part of my life for about 5 years now. A surfire thing. The first thing I tell people is that I am an step dancer and damn proud of it! But now that big rock I though was steady, is in danger of tipping over and it won't just get me a little wet. I'll be soaked.
Why do people have to go changing things for the worse? I understand that delemas come up rather suddenly but what did I do to gain this type of negitivity from the people I consider family that could possibly ruin things altogether? I don't know. I'm confused and hurt.
I don't know what I would do if it gave way. But coming back would be hard. Irish dance is what keeps me sane most of the time. It gives me something to work for and being with the people who have become so close to my heart and standing up there with the end product, nothing is better.
Aeliara · Thu Sep 14, 2006 @ 01:39am · 2 Comments |