Chase your dream and make it a reality

Chase your dream and make it a reality

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It is said that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, so what do you see when you look into mine? Do you see my fire and passion? Or do you just see what you want to see, a lost girl with 'crazy dreams'? For as long as I can remember, dance have been a big part of me and who I am. When the stress becomes too much or when I just want to sink deeper within myself, it is the dance I turn to. Nothing is better than being alone in a studio, music and to let my body expresse what words cannot. My dream is to be able to work with what I love the most, to become a professional dancer. Some people think it is nonsense - they ask how I will be able to support myself financially in that way.. I decided to go for it and one day I will prove to them that they were wrong. My name is Lennon, 16 years old and it's time I start chasing my dream.
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