After quitting/ A dream or having achieved and sticking to that on a stuck way

 "  Since I first had a chance to try dancing when I was four years old, I dreamed of becoming a dancer, but somehow did not feel any of the dance forms to be right for me. I just felt that dance was somehow the lacking element kn my lufe, which maybe was a consequence of my younger years' environment being stiffly conversating and kind of not-so-practical. Similarly I liked music. But in neither performances typically thought of did not seem so important. In Savonlinna, when I was 40 years old, I once saw luttle birds on a near by branch, and somehow learned from them what I have wanted to learn from dance. And so my interest kn dance kind of ceased. And I do not know if it is the same phenomenom, but also my life got somehow stuck on Savonlinna, and later I have been very sleepy as if someone had misinterpreted which place and culture was for which task in life. And the ever varying forms of steps and ruthms in daily life have kargely been list too, as if sleepy animals fond of food and warm infoors, or some acting people comoeting with others would have somehow mildened the possibilities for variations. So I have wondered, do I need to be on the way toward my goals, still with human dance too, instead of having reached something I always dreamed of. Is there room for life just kn that ever continuing flow of attempts to find better answers, better life, better skills for ordinary daily lufe to be run well and with personal inclinations taken into account. Is life on the way, instead of the best answers having been chosen and them being enough? 

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