This story, guys. I love how many stories of these exist out there and we do not know even half of them.
How beautiful to find a soul and to feel their heartbeat; to have them share a part of themselves, to actually indulge in their passion and, in this case, dance for you - for your eyes, your pleasure.
I always was fascinated by people who could dance smoothly; those with a story to tell, with sensuality and the mighty ability to grab and cleverly tether their audience - mesmerizing them with every curve and glance to the point of no return.
I envy these people; those who can pour their feelings into what they do and find that isolation, that feeling of togetherness as a separate entity from their observers even in a room full of them - they feel at peace and with that, they surrender to performance. That is what keeps them alive, that is the pure nectar we enjoy from the bearing of their fruit.
That is, essentially, what has drawn me to these types of stories. They're utterly precious and people's ability to choose to risk their image for something greater than themselves is, in retrospect, that with which they redeem most of themselves with because they only get better with each dead end, each wrong turn, each piece of work.
This vindication is why we are here; it is why I find it fascinating and why we connect. We see our weaknesses in characters (mythological or historical) who remain known because they represent the possibilities.
Time and time again, they are the solemn few who choose to go up against all odds and, in the face of their own mortality, celebrate their humanness, their delicacy even if it leads to their ultimate fall.
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