I admire the motion of figure skaters

I admire the motion of figure skaters as they glide across the ice, each moment a seamless sequence, each stroke effortless.  If only I could live my life in such a way.

But wait, their grace is an illusion, it belies all the hours of practice, the falls and frustration.  Their speed disguises their imperfections; their wavering confidence, their miscues.  And so I admire them all the more.  If only I could live my life in such a way.