they may take my life, but they will never take my dancing.

these legs were meant to dance.

i have been dancing for nearly 18 years now and it will surely be the last thing these legs do before i go.  people say in order to be a dancer, one must have exquisite technique, incredible flexibility and the chest of a 12 year old boy.  RUBBISH.  if you have a fiery passion for dance that cannot be explained but rather expressed through vigorous movement, you ARE a dancer... that's it!

though i hold a strong love and devotion for dance, it can be extremely strenuous on my body.  in fact, this week is performance week at my college and yesterday i danced almost 6 hours straight.  today my back, neck and knees are paying for it  :(   people often ask me why do i continue dancing if i am in pain half the time?  dancing is a physical form of art.  just as you would practice and train for a sporting event such as football, track, swimming, etc., so you must with dance.  in my opinion, dancing or just "moving" the pain away is much better than popping a pill and lying around hoping for a fast recovery. 

dance clears my mind and purifies my heart.  it helps me forget the bad and hold onto the good.  in times of trouble, dance is my scapegoat.  in times of joy, dance is my celebration.

what is YOUR scapegoat?  YOUR celebration?  find the factor that touches you in a way that nothing else can.  find that special something that makes you feel invincible, as if nobody could take it from you.  In the movie Braveheart, William Wallace held fast to the fact that absolutely nobody could take away his freedom and he was executed because he would never give it up.  for me, my freedom is dance.  find the freedom that transforms YOU into William Wallace, and i guarantee you, this life will become much more bright, and so will you.

" Every man dies.  Not every man really lives. "