Never walk in anyone’s shadow
You know the lyrics…
"I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadow"
I came across this e-mail talking about funny lyrics that "song hits" writers, whoever they are, had the guts to publish. Apparently one of these published the following in place of the one above.
"i decided long ago, never to walk in Edu Manzano"
Well at least we know that Edu was sikat back then.
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That of course is not the topic of this post. Once again, the blgo entries are starting to have short time differences, and I once agian find myself wanting to write an entry. It is not a chronicle of how my day was, nor is it a tirade about politics and economy, it is just a simple blurb, something I thought to write about, and fortunately had the time to do so.
That line from a very famous song spoke to me as a child. I decided never to settle for second best, never to be outperformed, never say die.
You’d think I was preparing for war.
But I was, and still am under someone’s shadow. A person I could not see, nor will be able to see. It is a shroud that I cannot grasp, and the more I struggle to get out, the bigger it becomes, as if the person standing in my light has suddenly had the urge to become obscenely obese just to keep me in the darkness.
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What have I become?
Certainly a better person, but one that is unsatisfied. All my life I’ve been searching for perfection, attaining it almost. And for one fleeting second, I thought I’d finally be free of the shroud. But something blocked my way years ago. It was the happiest year of my life, who would’ve thought it would be the start of the worst?
I don’t regret the decision I made that day, although the path I chose saddens me much, I still became a better person after taking it. We sometimes have to choose the harder path to attain greater changes, the easier one isn’t always the best, and I’ve come to accept that.
It just pains me that I didn’t try hard enough, that I let that harder path get the best of me, that I let the thorns block my way instead of cutting them, that I let the mud hinder me when I could’ve jumped over it, all because I didn’t bother to.
But maybe it’s not too late, maybe the shroud will have an end, maybe that obese person stupidly standing in my light would finally get a well deserved heart attack and give me my light back. i just hope I’ll have the courage to try and reach it.
