When I was a boy I used to
dream about inventing the “Perfect Pill.”
It was something I could take and then be perfect in everything I
tried. If I wanted to play guitar and be
a rock star, just take the perfect musician pill. When I was running cross-country I imagined
taking my perfect runner pill and sailing through the state meet. Time for exams? Take a pill!
Of course, the pill would never have been more useful than when I was a
shy teenager attempting to date. Boy I
sure could have used a perfect pill then, rather than subjecting so many to my
ineptitude.
For me this was an escapist
fantasy. I came to understand there is
no magic pill that will make the world and me perfect. But as I watch the news or read about
celebrity addictions, pro-athlete suspensions, social breakdown, and more; I am
beginning to believe there are so many others who’ve not yet come to the same
understanding… There is no Perfect Pill.
1 comment:
...a lot of folks remain in "effort shock" as to how much effort and practice and such real doing actually takes...
Post a Comment