Grand Battement
I teach ballet to small children; sometimes it’s frightening, sometimes it’s painful, and sometimes it’s vaguely enjoyable. The truth is, I complain about it a lot more than I should.
Regardless of that fact, there’s something terrifying about looking in the eyes of a 3 year old and thinking, my god, someday you might think like I do. You might fuck up like I do. You might find the cure for cancer, or you might die from it. Someday, you’re going to meet someone who makes you chest ache, and who you can’t stop thinking about. Someday, you might hear a song that makes you turn up the speakers until your ears are raw. Someday, you might kill someone. You might kill yourself. Someday, you might save a life. You, you, you, you are the future, and you have no idea.
Don’t fuck it up. Or, if you do, do it so completely that it gives you something to be proud of.
