The desire to be great at just one thing
To have played the most melodic note
To have danced like no one before
To have invented something that revolutionized the world
To have been the one to captive the world’s admiration
To have given the most inspiring speech ever remembered
To have won the most prestigious athletic award
And true there are a few, who are graced with these acknowledgements,
But most are sadly not
Reality simmers down to a large pot of boiling survival
Most thrive best at surviving
And even that is questionable as
Nature walks down her course
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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The year was 2016, I believe, and it was September. My family - my parents, our family dog, and I - went to France for a vacation. My mother had booked a holiday home near the French city of Obernai that looked nice in the photos. When we arrived, the landlady greeted us, though communication was difficult since she spoke little English or French while my parents and I, just 12 years old at the time, knew even less. I remember how she seemed nervous explaining that we must activate the alarm system each night and lock the doors to the lounge/winter garden with a large metal shutter that reminded me of blast doors.
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