1936-01-18 London, UK / I wanna be like You / So sein wie Du / Quero ser como Você / Quiero ser como Tu

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Faking your way through life is to believe that if you show people the real you, they will not like you. Maybe it seems that nothing you ever do is ever enough.

Your thoughts in your head say that if people really knew what was going on inside you, they would lose respect for you. Maybe you keep trying to pretend to make others happy, including God, and you are exhausted, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

While you play those roles, juggling those masks you have to wear and hiding your pain, the pressure increases to keep pretending you have it all together. Consider the cost of your soul when you do this, the loss of yourself.

You will never discover your true identity unless you begin identifying and laying down your masks, and start stripping down the defenses you have built up over the years.

I’ve just read that I am dead. Don’t forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Kipling‘s death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine. He underwent surgery on the night of 12th January 1936 but died less than a week later on 18th January, at the age of 70.

His works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), the famous story, where most of the characters are animals such as Shere Khan the tiger, Bagheera the black panther, Kaa the python and Baloo the bear, though the principal character is the boy or man-cub Mowgli, who is raised in the jungle by wolves.

Now I’m the king of the swingers, the jungle V.I.P
I reached the top and had to stop
And that’s what bothering me
I want to be a man, man-cub, and stroll right into town
And be just like those other men
I’m tired of monkeying around

Ooh-bitchdoo, I wan’na be like you
I want to walk like you, talk like you, too
You see it’s true, an ape like me
Can learn to be like you, too

Now don’t try to kid me, man-cub, I’ll make a deal with you
What I desire is man’s red fire/flower to make my dreams come true
So give me the secret, man-cub, clue me what to do
Give me the power of man’s red flower so I can be like you

Ooh-bitchdoo, I wan’na be like you
I want to walk like you, talk like you, too
You see it’s true, an ape like me
Can learn to be like you, too

Can learn to be someone like me

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