In Breakfast at Tiffany's, Holly Golightly called it "The Mean Reds," and the singer Lily Allen calls it "The Fear" in such away that you can hear the capitalization. It's a companion that has been with me as long as i can remember. A saboteur lurking in my own heart. A fifth column speaking with my own voice. I don't know how to appease it, or make it go away. I don't have a Tiffany's to sooth me. I don't know what to say to it excepting "Maybe i'll never be great man, maybe i'll never be a good man, but i am going to try as hard as i can, every day, until the day i die."
And pray that might be enough.
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For many of us the "mean reds" arrive merely because they do. While you did not solicit advice might I suggest you live up to your own standards and ONLY the achievements you set for yourself. Be happy for what others have achieved ... your path, your journey may still be a mystery. Regardless it is your own destiny. respectful admirer
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