The inspiration in this portrait of a male Syrian dancer is not only his defiance of ISIS and his well-deserved lucky break to be called to the Royal National Ballet in Amsterdam, but rather his own deep-rooted knowledge of who he is and what he was put on this planet to do, and his iron-determination to pursue it, even when his main obstacle wasn't war and terrorism yet, but a caring father with good intentions. Only he is able to judge which one was more difficult to overcome.
Every now and then, the arts have a way of saving someone in peril. I've seen similar stories of Jewish musicians who were spared the very worst in the holocaust thanks to their talent and hard work. I'm not saying that this is a reason to pursue music, dance and art, because it really doesn't help the majority of people at all. But to say that it's safer to stick to something "sensible", something middle of the road, that fits in with others' expectations of you, is just not necessarily true either. You don't know the roads life will lead you down before they unfold - might as well walk them as YOU, and not some shill or shell.
Why is that so easy to agree with and so hard to do?