Found when cleaning today, written on a small piece of paper. Very neatly, I might add.
I am not special.
I am not unique.
I am unique only in the sense that noone could be exactly like me.
Why, therefore, do I exist?
I have hidden my intelligence so well that even I cannot find it.
I don't believe I can be great.
That's my biggest obstacle.
And M. wonders where all this stems from and why I cannot let go of it easily/quickly. I've been fighting it all my life. Whew. You think I would have learned by now how to overcome it. I have a lot, but those words are deep inside and hard to dig out and throw away. I've done a pretty good job so far. Yeah yeah, why not just let it all go? Sigh. I think it's because, if I do let it go, what if I'm still not great? Then I would have no excuse because I'm not holding myself back.
Wow. Can't believe I just wrote that. Now, what to do with it.