All that’s left to do…
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All that’s left to do…

I have always been a shy and reserved person (my friends MAY tell you otherwise). I’m not a very outgoing person, I am not the life of the party, in fact, I’m not in any party at all. I’d rather sit at home, watching cartoons or reading a book. Apart from when I’m with my siblings or closest friends, I try not to talk too much in public. When you see me in public, I try to act as disinterested as possible to avoid any form of communication with anyone (I’m working on that, I promise).

This behavior drove me further into loving dance. You see, I hate to talk. I’m not a very good talker, not a very articulate speaker. This is because I was born with a lisp and that led to a lot of insecurity growing up. So, I wouldn’t talk in public or respond to anyone when I was being spoken to because I didn’t want to be seen with a ‘speech defect’. Because of this, I held a lot of grudges because I didn’t stand up for myself in situations that demanded. I couldn’t speak my mind to anyone, and I literally mean, ANYONE… I mean, it’s not as if I can talk now oh, but I’m on the path to redemption….People would offend me and I wouldn’t say anything just because I didn’t want to ’embarrass’ myself. I never forgot what they did though, I just suffered in silence.

When I start dancing, I noticed how bold I’d gotten but dance didn’t help me speak to other people. It didn’t make me a good speaker who would walk up to people and strike up conversations. It didn’t. It did, however, make me feel better whenever I was sad and hurt. The first time I felt better after dancing I thought I was just too tired to hold that grudge so the next day danced again. Simple steps, yet my heart was aching. I spent fifteen minutes dancing, I couldn’t stop. I was smiling after, I was happy. I had never experienced anything like that before. I realized that sometimes, all that’s left to do is dance…

You know, I’m one of those people who replay an incident that ended badly and I imagine myself saying the meanest, most evil things to the people who hurt me just so that I can feel better about myself… After practicing my comeback, I would match up to the person and I wouldn’t be a to breathe a word out. So when I danced and felt better,I realized that I found my venting session. Dancing allows me to vent. It allows me to cool off from a day of hustling in a country that is clearly against what I am trying to achieve. And most times, all that;s left to do is dance….

Some days I wake up and I can already feel that my body will give me a hard time in the flexibility aspect. So, after worrying and dreading myself and asking why I was born in this country (as is my usual custom), I just move and do the simple stuff. Dance has become a channel for me not just to express myself, but to channel my emotions, to let some feelings go and to usher in new ones. All that’s left to do is dance…

The day I stop dancing is the day I stop moving, I never want to let go of this gift. So all that’s left to do is dance…for the rest of our lives…

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