Once a friend asked me "What is your dream job?", then I wrote the following:
I would like to start by paraphrasing a song “Dance, you're not killing yourself! You're only triggering your senses”. Then, I spent eleven years of my life doing it and also believing that it would be my future. Dance! I just don’t know whether I let it slip through my fingers or just gave up, but at some point I stopped doing it. It all started when I was eleven and it came to an end when I was twenty-two.
What I used to dance? Polish folklore, but before that, it was also Ukrainian, Italian, Portuguese and Spanish. I never wanted to be famous, I just wanted to dance and I still do. Someday, somehow, someway, I lost it. Maybe I didn’t put enough effort into achieve it and writing this makes my heart beats so fast and causes my eyes to water. But I’ll stand still and keep those days in my mind, a good place that I can visit to have warm memories and forget about time.
“When I dance I feel free” and then another song gets in my head, because once you’re on the stage you’ll never want to get out. But I did it and never looked back. I’m not a dancer anymore but I still know the moves… what I wouldn’t do to get those days back, I know I can’t but I’ll never lose the spirit that keeps me alive. Oh, how I miss those days! I just need to keep on moving. I am dance, dance is me. I need music to set me free. Music and dance are my essence, my soul. I know it sounds lame, but it’s true.