Dancing Experience & Life Fight
Pain and tiredness once again invaded my body. Two hours of hard training made me feel like my body was no longer mine. I wanted to give up, but I knew I could not. I already failed once, so I did not want to try it again. I loved dancing since I was a child, so my mother decided to take me to the children's palace to learn dancing.
One hot day, my mother took me to the children's palace to signup. When I saw my classmates dancing in the dance hall, I also danced with my hands. The beautiful dancing posture fascinated me. When the teacher saw me, she pulled me into the dance hall with a smile and introduced me to my dance room classmates. In full view of the public, I was a little shy and kept my head down. It was a great honor for my classmates to warmly welcome me as a new friend. So I began to learn dancing in the children's palace.
At first, we practiced leg presses. We put our legs on the rod and pressed the upper body against the legs with all our power. I cried out because of the pain and wanted to relax. But the teacher looked at me severely, so I held my leg fast. The teacher encouraged us with gentle words and made us per severe. I tried my best to endure the pain, biting the root of my teeth, and silently encouraging myself. But finally, I still failed. But time waits for no one.
Two weeks later, the teacher started teaching some more difficult movements. Failure after failure had blown away my confidence. After the class, I went back home and, deflated, told to my mother, “Mum, I…ah…I do not want to learn dancing anymore because it is too difficult.” I thought she would agree with me, but she told me, “To learn dancing is your own choice. You need to keep doing what you choose by yourself, even when it is very hard. No one can be successful easily.”I didn't understand my mother at that time, because at that age, I thought I was right at any time. But now I am no longer the ignorant person I used to be. I know my mother wanted me to be a better person. She wanted me to have more choices in the future.
After I returned to the dancing class, I started to try harder than everyone else. I have practiced many times, and finally, I succeeded. After I could do the basic movements, I started to practice my lower back. I was always afraid of falling down. The teacher held me, and I slowly lowered myself, held my ankles in my hands. I tried to lower myself, again and again. Other movements, I was also hard to practice. I felt pain, but I bite the root of teeth to make me keep doing, as long as possible to hold on. Because I like dancing, I can gain happiness in failure. I realized that their something more important for me to do. I could not just stand here and do nothing, I needed to find away to fix it.
Actually, failure in our life is a boat that take us to the darkness. Even if it has big temptation, we can't give up. Failure in our life journey is also an accident, it’s like a trap on our way to grow up that just want to let us leaped over it. Remember Tagore once said that when you cry, you miss the sun and the stars. Maybe when you regret a small failure, you miss out on another chance to fight.
