A Growing Plant
Dance. A mentor for many humans.
Including myself.
It has shown me the
Good
Bad
And
Ugly
of the world
FIRST HAND.
Trust me
I've seen it all:
People who drop out of a prior dance commitment last minute
Those who've told me to give up on my goals because they feel insecure about themselves
Racism within the dance community
Competitiveness amongst dancers
Producing a dance production in under 2 weeks with little time to rehearse or practice
etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.etc.
The list goes on and on and on and on and on.
I grow in my confidence and work ethic whenever I dance.
A plant needs sunlight in order to grow.
I am the plant. Dance is the sun.
Whenever the sun is out, I take in its light rays. Photosynthesis occurs. I grow.
I give my creativity and passion back into the air we breathe.
Dance taught me how to be resilient, have thick skin, and persevere when I want to accomplish something
Even when people say I can't do something,
I fight for what I wanted to accomplish and will not stop until I get it.
Such a fighting spirit for such a small plant.
Thank you for all you've done
Dance.
If it wasn't for you, I would be a discolored, weak seed still searching for its source of light. Crying out for guidance. For help.
Instead, I'm an a healthy, green plant
Who's ready to take on the world.
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