Dear Ballerina,
I write to you in a state of awe and with a humbled heart. I want you to know that if I am not making someone else's life better, I'm wasting my time; wasting my life.
And with that...I speak these brief words to you:
May all the rest of your days shine bright and may you find them pleasing to your heart's delight.
May your passion, wisdom and ambition take you farther than you've ever envisioned.
May you continue to smile; so inviting, so soothing; a gift to the human eye.
May you continue to care, to share and to give back to those who can't give to themselves. For He first gave to us, so we shall pay it forward.
Your beauty lay within the confidence of your soul. The adventure in your eyes allows for all of us to look deep inside you; in essence, challenging us to see ourselves; to question our true being; who we are and where we are going.
You are beautiful Ballerina...from inside-out. The moment I witnessed your dance from the crowed about...
Through the many people, flashing lights and loud music, I saw something different in you. I feel as though through your dance... I truly caught a glimpse of you; truly got to know you.
The shadows of your being is all we can truly see. From a distance, we struggle to find a true understanding of the life it is that you see. But I must say...thank you for letting me in; for even if it were just a moment.
Most of us are snuggled, excited, and patiently awaiting what it is that we've all hoped to see. We don't know your pain, we don't know your struggle. We don't know your trials, hurt or triumph...however all we await is the moment you speak to us; dance for us; to our hearts, to our minds, to our souls. For the moment the curtains rise; the moment the show begins.
Curtains Please! Lights! Action!
You spoke to me. You spoke to us! Regardless of what everyone else heard or what they saw...I to have been in your shoes. I too have performed for the crowd; for the spectator; for my hater. I too have a story to tell and whom a better person than you? I invite you to show me where it hurts so that I may have the opportunity to show my loyalty and care to you. I invite you to show me why you care so that I may share similar stories that I promise will interest you.
Speak to us. Speak to me. Speak to us. Speak to me. Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! We all chant.
Speak to us. Thank you for your talent. Thank you for your dance. You've been destined to share with the world; you are no longer just a little, cute ole' girl.
Your strength, your might, your goodness and kind heart; all a reflection for what you've determined to become your self designed art.
May all the rest of your days shine bright and may you find them pleasing to your heart's delight.
May your passion, wisdom and ambition take you farther than you've ever envisioned.
May you continue to smile; so inviting, so soothing; so pleasing to the human eye.
May you continue to care, to share and to give back to those who can't give to themselves.
For He first gave to us, so we shall pay it forward as well.
Dance...My Beautiful Ballerina...dance.