Belgium: Outshined by a Meteor
This feeling I recognize. It is the feeling of not being picked for a childhood team. It is the feeling of being outshined. Not by an actual bright star. But by a flaming flash. A soaring meteor. Likely born of insecurity. I won't compete. And instead trust hard-earned sureness in myself. I walk down the cobblestone street. Slowly. Heel. Toe Feeling my feet. And their connection to the earth. Solidly on the ground. Looking through windows at Belgian chocolates and lace. At passersby with waffles piled high with chocolate and strawberries and whipped cream. Most of the time being reliable. And steady. And strong. Does not draw invitations. Or flirtations. It is being picked first for valued tasks. And being picked last. Or not at all. By those I respect. And love. For diversions. While the meteor. Whose light is a temporary one. Is taken into the fold. With what seems like no effort. At all.
posted by Lucia @ 4:00 AM
8 Comments:
So what's going on over there?
This post makes me ache with familiarity.
(yeah. this must just be the seasons for such things.)
the problem with being steady is that people come to expect it, and like the sunrise, they don't always notice it.
but yet it's one of the most amazing things on earth, that sunrise, every morning.
I quite familiar (painfully so) with that feeling, too.
Peace,
~Chani
I put it down to everyone having to have their "moments" in the sun. I bet sometimes when we have ours we don't even know it's a moment, or realise how others painfully covet it as well. Just one of those things, I guess.
This is a familiar song to me, too.
Ah. I have no idea what you are talking about but know exactly what the feeling is.
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