Quote by Twyla Tharp

I thought I had to make an impact on history. I had to become the greatest choreographer of my time. That was my mission. Posterity deals with us however it sees fit. But I gave it 20 years of my best shot.


I thought I had to make an impact on history. I had to becom

Summary

In this quote, the speaker expresses their initial belief that their purpose in life was to make a significant impact on history, specifically through becoming the greatest choreographer of their time. However, they acknowledge that ultimately, posterity will judge their contributions as it sees fit. Despite this uncertainty, the speaker dedicates two decades of their life to passionately pursuing their mission. This quote highlights the speaker's ambition, commitment, and acceptance of the unpredictability of how their efforts may be perceived in the future.

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History
By Twyla Tharp
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