Dancing and wheelchairs

Dancing and wheelchairs.

As I have written before, I can stand, with effort, I've learned to make a few steps, with even more effort. Is it worth it?
Nah! Not at all. Walking is very nice if you have pleasure in it, but if not it's just a nuisance. Yes, you read that right: a total nuisance.

I do my therapeutic walk every day, because I need to for the blood to not clot somewhere, and to keep part of my body in shape. But I hate it. I am paraplegic, paralyzed from the waist down, can sense something here and there but that's about it. Walking is like floating in the air, and it's scary to say the least. WALKING IS OVERRATED. There, I said it ;)

I used to dance. I have a few dancing heroes, like Célestin Boutin:

and Sergei Polunin:

I started to dance while I lived with my grandfather, he was a ruthless and cruel man, as you already know. He also wanted me to excel in everything I did. He taught me to play the violin AND....
he made me take dance lessons.

I danced and it became my way out of a world of misery, all through my years I have danced until I got my injury and was forced to stop. I have learned to make my peace now. But do I miss it? Yes. I would most probably have never reached the level of perfection of both Célestin and Sergei, but my love for dance was and still is absolutely the same.

So, I enjoy watching ballet in all its forms: classical, contemporary, street dance.

And to make this perfectly clear: I am okay with my wheelchair, and I moved my passion from dancing to writing :)