Once a dancer, always a dancer. At least, that's how I was brought up. I went through seven years of dancing, and even a couple years in Broadway Dance Theatre. It's taught me that life is about what you do with what you have, and not what you do with what you might have had.
It's nice to meet you. I'm Joy, currently 16 years old.
Have you ever had to make a decision where your “needs” and “wants” were tugging at you to go two different ways? What if it’s not us, but our friends? What then? What do we do? Which do we put first? Their wants? Or their needs? This is what I call a true crossroad.
Honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with having flaws. I have numerous imperfections, so wouldn’t it be hypocritical for me to judge someone else, simply because they’re imperfect? I think that that would be terrible, and true friends would never do such a thing. True friends are the ones that smile and laugh at my flaws and either simply accept me the way that I am, or help me to overcome whatever problems I have. In the end, imperfections are nothing to be ashamed of and it’s a way for us to see who likes us for us and not the perfect child that we project.
Why is it that humans always want and always strive for the unattainable? Why can’t we settle for what we have? We should already understand that perfection is impossible to achieve, no matter what. However, when it comes to people, it always seems like there’s this one person who has it all together. People can always be perfect in one or many aspects, but never all aspects. Now, this probably sounds extremely pessimistic, but let’s be honest here, perfection is like running in an endless tunnel, you’ll never reach the end. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a lesson to be learned. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and so is perfection. Things that are perfect are only perfect because of the way you see them. So maybe it’s not that something is imperfect, maybe it’s just that your expectations are flawed.
It’s the saddest thing when you realize that memories will only become faded memories. They will never be completely remembered, but they will also never be completely forgotten. They simply fade. Even though it isn’t possible, we sometimes try to remember every little detail. And sometimes looking back causes us to get stuck in the past. Memories are fickle things, but they leave us with a choice. Do we learn and move on? Or do we stay and hold on?
These days the definition of the word “care” has been completely perverted. In fact, it more often than not, means exactly the opposite. I still think of it using its original definition. There are only a few people I truly care about. These are the children that make me worried when they’re sad, when they’re hurt, or when they’re cramming for a major test the next day. I think that the original definition of the word “care” had a connotation of love. Now, since the word “love” has also been twisted, I ought to clear up right now that I do not mean the “boy & girl” kind of love, I mean the “brother & sister” kind of love. It’s not a status that I can designate. It’s just a spontaneous and sudden urge to help and take care of them. Just recently, I’ve realized how weird that can be to other people. Society these days does not understand benevolence without an ulterior motive, which is exasperating at times, but is that going to stop me from helping people? No way. Those who know me well have long accepted my so called eccentricity.
