I am not interested in being excellent. I am not interested in doing what’s expected. I am not interested in going the distance. I am not interested in being the best there is. There is no such thing. Best is relative. Marginally better. And someday when Best is taking a nap, Better will come along and steal his trousers.
I don’t want to be a giant. Giants cannot hide. Giants cannot whisper. Giants don’t tread cautiously. A giant can save the day. But that’s not everyday.
I am not interested in legend. Legends don’t tell their stories. They live on, though they wish they’d be dead. A legend can save the day. But that’s not everyday.
I don’t want to be what Influence wants me to be.
I just want to be. I want to feel. And sometimes I don’t. I want to find my quicksand and float in it. And I don’t need help. I can do this on my own. This can only be done once, so it has to be done right. The points don’t matter. There is no scorecard. There is no balance sheet. There are no forms to fill, and no affidavits to write. I just need to find my rhythm. Part of me is there already; it was born with the rhythm. It was born with the rhythm. This is my head speaking; he’s looking for my heart. For the day he finds it and the twain shall meet, that day I shall be born.
And then, Influence will have no pull on me.
And if at all I’d like to be known, I’d like to be known for having been myself.
I don’t want to be a giant. Giants cannot hide. Giants cannot whisper. Giants don’t tread cautiously. A giant can save the day. But that’s not everyday.
I am not interested in legend. Legends don’t tell their stories. They live on, though they wish they’d be dead. A legend can save the day. But that’s not everyday.
I don’t want to be what Influence wants me to be.
I just want to be. I want to feel. And sometimes I don’t. I want to find my quicksand and float in it. And I don’t need help. I can do this on my own. This can only be done once, so it has to be done right. The points don’t matter. There is no scorecard. There is no balance sheet. There are no forms to fill, and no affidavits to write. I just need to find my rhythm. Part of me is there already; it was born with the rhythm. It was born with the rhythm. This is my head speaking; he’s looking for my heart. For the day he finds it and the twain shall meet, that day I shall be born.
And then, Influence will have no pull on me.
And if at all I’d like to be known, I’d like to be known for having been myself.
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