Painting My Sports Idol

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I felt as if I was standing in front of a mirror. It was me smiling. I had painted myself!

How can I be my Ideal person? I destroy things. How can it be me?

I look for other people all around the world and it turns out to be me?

I was sure the person who owns this place was now mocking me. I can’t be my idol. I just can’t.

I was scared. I was imagining ghosts.

I was happy without any person to look up too. I want to return to my old world and just want to return.

But things just got spookier. Some heavenly voice started speaking. I was sweating like anything.

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO FINDS YOURSELF THE IDOL. IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU, THEN YOU WOULD NOT BE HERE. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS ACTUALLY INTO SPORTS. WHAT IS THE POINT OF SOMEONE ELSE TO LOOK UP TO IF YOU CANT THINK OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON CAPABLE OF LOOKING UP TO?

YOU ARE YOUR IDOL AND THEN YOU HAVE OTHER PEOPLE. BE YOU AND LIVE WITH PEACE. BECAUSE IF IT WEREN' FOR YOU, THEN NO ONE WOULD HAVE BEEN AN IDOL.

I woke up from my dream.

Looked at few posters from Sports star magazine on the wall opposite my bed. I removed them carefully and put them a bit lower.  The I brought a small mirror and put it up.

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