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Its not that

My fingers weren’t long enough for piano

or I wasn’t graceful enough for ballet

or quick enough for cross country

or stealthy enough for soccer

When I really think about it,

The going got tough, and I got going

Leaving behind what I had worked on

I would

Abandon my temporary dream for something

New

 

I still do.

 

But I do know

That one day I'll find the thing that fulfills my deepest dreams

I’ll have the confidence to power through, to chase after it like nothing before

Because it wasn't the disturbing difficulties that destroyed my desire to continue

Or frustration with frequent failure

It was the most dangerous feeling of all

Boredom

 

All good things come to an end

But one day I'll find the thing that continually kicks me to go further

And I'll chase it until the day I sit on my porch step

Flipping through photo albums while sipping on ice tea and age old wisdom

Telling my great granddaughters to chase whatever waterfalls they wish.

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Written by
wednesday-emminger
American
Published
May 9, 2013
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Something old, from high school.

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