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Would you think less of me if I told you that I have no problem with ‘second fiddle’, or playing minor parts?  Being a ‘back up’ doesn’t bother me, and as a team player I’m okay if I 'don’t start'. Surely someone has to be second, and blessed with ‘a state of readiness’.

A thought entered my mind today, February 12, 2014, which is causing me to look back over a 50 year period. Although I had noticed prior that my life had fitted into certain patterns, it was never as clear as on this February day. It’s as clear as day. I don’t know if I have ever won first place in anything. Should I be concerned about not finishing first?  Am I in some way psychologically challenged because I’m not disturbed about second place? Anyway, it doesn’t bother me a bit. 

It's interesting that I have lived until now operating in various capacities, positions, and roles, most of which served in roles of ‘second fiddle’.                                                Surely we should strive to be the best at whatever it is that we do,                                                                            but there is absolutely nothing wrong with being the best “You”.
I need not feel less of a star if my best foot forward is sub-par.
There's no need to pretend, when I know that I’m not the best shot.                                                                           Must I thrive to please others by being something I am not?                                                                                         Should I struggle unceasingly to discover me by casting lots? 

I admit that it was a wide eye-opener when I first observed this trend.                                                                 And I must say that I started out in life with a broader dream, a different plan,                                                 and more than enough ambition for one man. There were also times when I was forced to ask 'Why?' However, I must also say that I am really OK with being “A Second Fiddle Kind of Guy”. 

And finally, This much I can also say:                                                                                                                         I have learned not to fight the fiddle that best fits me.                                                                                        Anyway, who can argue with history? 
cj02122014PS Post 01082018
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