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All of my life I have been a dreamer. Don Quixote is my adopted name. Happily, I tilt at windmills. I do the impossible. Nothing deters me, that is, unless my lack of ego strength is involved. Then, unlike Susan Boyle, a contestant on Britain's Got Talent, I falter. A being, whose energy, enthusiasm, and personal story brought her to stage, has the courage I lack. Might it be a fear of failure, or perchance, success scares me. I know not with certainty. For now, as I reflect on the woman who wows the world, I think of how I too have dreamed, and what I did to damage, defeat, or even destroy my own ascension.
I also wonder. Will the tears I shed as I listen to her sing and watch her gracefully move through her recital wash over me. Would all that I felt, as I immersed myself in Ms Boyle's performance, be gone before I acted on the audacity she radiates, or might these emotions help cleanse me of my own deep-seated apprehensions. Oh, how I crave to come out into the light, to as Susan Boyle stated, be given a "chance." Indeed, for me, I know the one who never seems to provide me with what I need to succeed is me.
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