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Date Posted: Sunday, September 22, 12:08:38am
Defining oneself to a few words is acceptable for some few people; Iíve tried; Iíve failed. For awhile my job defined me; and for a while my ambitions, I felt, defined me best; and for a time, a women defined who I was; then, the absence of that same women spoke the story of who I had become. Recently, I could be defined by goals I have actually achieved; by steps Iíve taken to secure a future; by decisions Iíve made to avoid reliving parts of my life that had not gone my way. Tonight, I have given thought to what words I would use if asked to say who I thought Iíve become, what it is that I am about. What have I come up with? I can no longer describe myself as any of the above, nor can I think of anything new. What then can I stand on? What is my platform? Still working, still in school, still looking for my wife (peering over the clouds), still to this day dreaming the future, I am all of these- but still no rooting ideal to set me firm. All but one, I guess; re reading this passage one letter sorely looks out over the punctuation, over the tís, and lís, past the towering capital letters and through Oís and Dís; that of Ė I. I am I. I live everyday for myself, doing only for myself, looking out for myself. Am I selfish, am I conceded, am I psychotic, sociopathic? No. Never having been happier, more relaxed, honest, and having more confidence in myself, then ever before, I am on top of the game.
What will that get me, nothing if that is all I have. It is not all I have, with a clear head, and calm mind three words pass over and over, two Iíve spoken of, but the third, always afraid to say, for what would people think of me if I were to say it. The great minds of history past, when did they become great- as I recall, some new before the world new, Einstein, Aristotle, Dickinson, Ruth; some new around the time they first were recognized, Woolf, Nixon, Hitler, Austin; and sadly others never new, till after their passing- Imagine for a moment how many people that were great, are great, and will be great, that havenít, wont, and never will have, the opportunity to be known, as a great. Virginia Woolf gave a speech, A Room of Ones Own, in this speech she spoke about an unknown great, one so masterful and gifted to rival that of Shakespeare himself- amazingly enough it was set in stone that the world would forever go with out knowing of the a person. Gather your thoughts, what if you knew you were a great, but would never have the opportunity or forum to prove it..... I will not let that happen to me! I am a great, and the world will know me as a great; I will be in history books, mentioned in novels of authors to come, and students will learn of the great things Iíve done to secure a future for not only my children, but for the generations to come. President, I will never be, the Noble prize I will never win, however, I will be a great and will have my name stand shoulder to shoulder with presidents, and prize winners; I know this now, I know this true; I will. I am a great.