The start button sits in front of my face at all times. No sight or veiw is safe from its looming presence. Every tree is just a stump. Every friend is a pair of feet. Every painting is just a stand.
I press the start button when i can to make it go away. Never does. just floats back behind my head…
Year goes by. 2. 3. 4. The button is there more often. Bigger, brighter, begging to have a place in my mind. I give in. An opportunity walks by but turns its head. Im too satisfied.
A friend walks by but looks away. Im too satisfied.
A life partner walks by but looks in disgust. Im too guilty.
The button is gone! Another day to myself. Another week is back. Another month i can call my own. I call on help to shake the button away. But I cant shake the hype. Nor do i want to.
Flowers dance. Hallways provide music for the dance in my step. My friends laugh. My acquaintances laugh. Even those i wish were mine laugh. The hype lives on! The hype lives at the bottom where the smallest souls cheer the loudest. Where packs of lions are reffered to as a humble instead of a pride. Where me and my cheers reside.
Something is stirring down here. Im not alone. Not even the loudest. My soul shouts small words while the rest roar like lions. Perhaps its just my perception. But is it just destiny that i only can acheive second? Second place is no good… Nobody remembers the second guy to invent the telephone. Nobody remembers the second time a joke is told. If i cant be the best then who will remember me? My friends? Maybe a future wife or girlfriend? My family? Great. 0.00000001 percent of the planet thinks im a funny guy with some neat talents. How fun and dandy.
But theres that button…….
Growing in my vision…..
Maybe ill press it.
Chris HemsWORTH IT!!! 