Great Expectations?

Are there times when you feel the world's problems are on your shoulders?

Is there an image of you in everyone else's mind that you often find yourself trying so very hard to live up to?

Has it come to a point where their expectations of you have become your expectations of yourself? That failure to concede with this will define you as a failure? I wonder if this is what Dickens wrote about in Great Expectations. It seems only fitting.

Do you feel that you are walking on a tight rope, high above the eager faces, watching, anticipating.
She will walk across flawlessly.
Their confidence in you becomes your own. Yet is this not a good thing?

No! It is far from good! And why?

Because what happens if I do take that fateful step, that erroenous step, and fall?

I am only human!

In their mind you are Spotless. Virgin. Perfection.

But I see my own sins, and I know this is not true.

'Even heroes have the right to bleed.'

Yet I strive, every day, every mintue, to attain that perfection.

I have to.

I cannot fail them.

I cannot fail myself.