Wednesday, March 23, 2005
what matters what matters what matters what matters...
Tonight I was a lion
Tamer.
I wore a suit of red and white. Stripes down its side. A jolly Rollie Fingers handlebar moustache. And an oversized top hat.
I travelled with the circus from town to town. Entertaining.
The respect you get as a lion tamer! A bit above the bearded lady. Each night the crowd would gasp and applaud in awe when I was in the center of the ring.
The spotlights were upon me.
But even taming lions is not all glamorous. Not when you dig a little deeper. When the spotlights are turned off and I am back in my tiny trailer with my not so tiny bottle. In the morning it is chores, feeding and cleaning, and training tirelessly to get it just right. And then the travel, always the travel. Days of my life are lost to the road.
And you still don't have your freedom.
So yeah, tonight I was a lion tamer. A lion tamer and then an engineer and then some sort of orporate head and then, finally, a writer. And what I learned was that even taming lions isn't all glorious, and that for me real freedom is simply a matter of time.
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