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What Now?

Who am I?

Where am I going?

I have no idea.

How did I get here?

I never expected this day to come.

Suddenly it's here.

When I achieved my goal,

I expected great things to happen,

How crowds would cheer,

How people would congratulate me,

And they did for an hour or two.

But now, that's all over,

The whole rest of my life stretches out before me,

And all I can think is "What Now"?

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meic

18 years 4 months ago

Your pain/hopelessness is

Your pain/hopelessness is plain. The first thing [methinks] is to cherish yourself. The view of the crowd is fickle and untimately immaterial. Mike Photo: Me, early 50s - just after winning the resort Disco dancing competition.[!!] For my own orginal graphic art please visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07
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barbsdad2003

18 years 4 months ago

I'm with ...

Mike (Meic) on this. Thanx, Michael. What you write is so true of how so often others view. Yours, Chuck PS: I have faint memory of something that Christ is reputed to have said (to paraphrase, perhaps): "Don't cast your pearls before swine." I think those who succeed at things for which they're celebrated have learned the art of casting something less than pearls before people perhaps somewhat less than swinish. There's something terribly lonely about sitting in a hotel room alone postcelebration while embracing cold trophy evidence of having succeeded or won at something very difficult to achieve ... and after having experienced a run-up journey presumed to be ultimately life-affirming, life-enriching.