Sway

[ludster]

     

Beauty.

      
Mother always said beauty must come from any inch.

Father said grace was just integral as manners.

 

But above all, discipline and poise was principal.

  

Yet,

Is that truly a way to live?

   

   

Form takes many shapes. It shifts beyond what many can comprehend, moving from one idealized figure into another. Form like water, capable of taking any contour; form like wind, swirling at the behest of one's whims. Never once does it bend nor does it ever break. And yet, many seem to find a way to accomplish something so forlorn. Why is that so?

   

One, two, three. Each jaded step, every surfeited jete, even to the very last lunge; one is not to falter. Errors are left as that, errors. Many claim that such a miscalculation should be left as that. However, in this line of avocation, many are expectant of the complete utter lack of it.

   
It's funny. An act like this is meant to be expressive, is it not? Then why, oh why, must certain feelings be muted? Is pain not an expression? Are mistakes not an aspect to explore unto further? Why am I bound to restrict my own actions by a code of rigid flexibility? Would the removal of such even deem the notion as something human?

   

Many many questions. And yet, none have ever been answered.

   

Is this truly the path meant for one as I? One who seeks to take on the skies, yet be bound to the earth by my own kin? Perhaps this is merely a cosmic decree. After all, many claim such is merely a branch of fate. "Oh you were born for this!" they said, "You are destined to follow the same success as your ménage!" others claim. But perhaps the one that has been drilled far deeply in my skull was that from my mother, "The stars has destined you of this future, do not let it go to waste." As if the shoe has been preemptively donned, whether I like it or not.

   

Well then, perhaps those twinkling eyes deserve to be proven wrong.