to be a fraud you have to know what you really are in order to know what you’re misrepresenting….this is why i somehow feel i can’t be a fraud (even when i feel like one) because i don’t know what the base position is from which i could be operating in order to be pretending to be other than i am…
I’ve been blessed with so many opportunities recently. I’ve been blessed with so much all my life. I have not always been grateful. I don’t acknowledge that infinite fountain of mercies and blessings often enough. I am grateful now.
I’m too easily excited, too quickly dissuaded. I revel in this great spurt of enthusiasm on the first receipt of opportunity, it’s an infectious enthusiasm and then, when left alone, I force myself into a deep analysis to all the anticipated what-ifs and I wonder how much my enthusiasm will endure.
I do not want to be saddled with an object of my dissatisfaction. I know myself to tire easily once the challenge has worn thin. There’s not much point in it afterwards. Perhaps I’m over analytical of possibility or perhaps too I know myself. Aye, aye, Goethe, “To be pleased with one’s limitations is a wretched state.”
I could easily be a fraud.