My life has been a blur of ballet training for years, dancing for hours, performing for minutes and living for seconds. But the ultimate feeling a dancer gets when he or she looks back on there memory of it all, the feeling of the most depth and fullness isn't that of happiness or unhappiness but rather prideful exhaustion. Giving something artistic to a world that needs it more everyday due to the gradual grayness and loss of hope the earth develops threw wars and famine, racism, sexism and other nonsense that has ruined or at least darkened the lives of so many; to dance on a stage that becomes it's own little world where nothing else matters but art and technique one has learned out of at least fifteen years of training. In ballet you move with your body but you dance with your soul.