“You were born half-deaf and yet you dance?
Respect man.”
Never really received a humbling comment like this before. It rarely occurs to me that I’m supposed to be somewhat “disabled” to have a feel for music. Dealt with some struggles starting out, but hey who doesn’t?
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The hearing aids usually come off for performances. When you’re on that stage, the music can be ear-blasting loud because of the speakers’ close proximity. Performing with naked, natural ears on a legit stage, the music becomes normal volume level for me.
I can then focus on the feel of the hard bass drilling into the stage floor, channeling through the soles of my feet as if my body is being controlled by transitory sound waves. I can feel my teammates land in strong unison, shaking the floor as those distinct, ephemeral vibrations constantly remind me that we are dancing our hearts out for each other.
Once I found music, I never stopped following it. Played piano as a kid, still enjoy playing classical music today; Chopin is my favorite composer. Church choir boy… yep that was me; but don’t think I’ll ever stop praising God through beautiful hymns. And now that I’ve found dance, my confidence skyrockets, I’ve met amazing and passionate people, and best of all I get to use this God-given talent to show that I’m realizing my potential… for Him.
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So what the fuck am I getting at? Hahah.
All I’m saying is that, music continuously inspires me to stay optimistic about life.
Because a true optimist, in any way disadvantaged to live normally, will learn to use his “flaws” to his own advantage.
