I love Facebook Memory. It brings up things you otherwise would have forgotten, especially things that you shared in your time of pure genius. This is one of them. I wrote this 3 years ago and Facebook reminded me today. I’m not saying the post is genius, but it’s one I don’t mind sharing here. I hope you enjoy it.
If I wrote down everything that crossed my mind and developed every idea that slipped by, I probably might have been a bestselling author today. So yes, I’m a lazy writer, that I can’t deny. But there are thoughts that come through with such a compelling force that I just can’t ignore. This is one of them, and I hope that somehow it sends a jolt of electricity through someone, somewhere, someday . . . to get us achieving.
I’m sitting here, watching. The view might be narrow, but I can still see. I’m sitting here, watching as friends and family and acquaintances too, smile in their pictures and share their happy posts. I’m sitting here, watching as dreams are being made a reality and passions are driving lives to achieve what was once called ‘hope’. I’m sitting here, watching as a new business is formed, a new discovery is made, a new product is launched, the song is recorded, another book is published, five kilograms is lost, by that person I know, who obviously isn’t me. I’m sitting here, watching, wishing that somehow, it was me, but I’m sitting here, watching. Watching my ideas sink to their deaths in my mind and my dreams fade away in my heart; my passions misplaced and my hopes dashed by no one but me, sitting, watching. Doing. Nothing. I’m sitting here, wondering, that if others were sitting there, watching like me, the hours would have passed by and we’ll all still be sitting here, watching as everything was nothing. But while I was sitting, watching and wondering, they got up and watched me sit till they were tired of watching me. They wondered what they could do to keep me watching, so they did, and I watched, and they did some more as I watched some more, till they had done all they could do and all I could do was watch their lives matter, watch them make a difference, watch as time slipped by till I became too old to watch anymore. Now I’m sitting here, watching myself watch me. I’m sitting here, wondering why I’m still sitting here. I heard life isn’t a race with men, but does that mean I shouldn’t run? I’ve got a passion, I have a dream, I too have hoped that one day the world would watch me. So I’m tired of sitting, I’m tired of watching, I’m tired of wishing it was me achieving something. It’s time for me to take my dreams and reach for the skies, to let my passion bring me back to life; so maybe, one day, I’ll be a bright star, and they too will sit and watch me shine.”
…For those who find themselves comparing when they could be compelling! ~ (27/06/16)