When I was seventeen, I decided I wanted to study ballet. I started taking classes, but I was easily bored. I didn’t last very long. Yet we always hear stories about famous dancers: how they got to their current position thanks to their indomitable passion. They dreamed of being a dancer and worked hard to make their dream come true. Every repetition was a step toward their goal, so they never tired of repeating.
I long for recovering my lost skills. That’s why I have to repeat my exercises, and repeat them again and again. And despite my boredom and frustration, I have to keep repeating them, just like ballet dancers. Maybe, like those who reach the top, I’ll make my dream come true. Maybe, if I dig deep down under the negative feelings, I’ll be able to find the drive to persevere, and progress will increase.