Nobody becomes mediocre on purpose – it just kind of happens, gradually over time, through a series of compromises and just good enoughs until, eventually, they’re no longer actively attempting to be even remotely good at something but rather just not bad. And then, even at that point, being not bad isn’t exactly being good, either.
To dare to dream to be more than substandard and then aim for that necessary goal with arms outreached and eyes open wide, fingers stretching forever into the unreachable future that is better than what it could be now and sailing past better than it ever was then at the speed of becoming something greater than the sum of your parts.
Breathing excitement and exhaling the used oxygen like you’re tossing aside an old baseball mitt because you remember what it was like to play catch with your dad that one time when you were younger and the night air was alive with the sound of crickets and the moon was bigger than it had ever been on any night that you could remember before.
None of that matters, though, because you’re a grown-up and you’re doing grown-up things and the things that all of the other grown-ups are telling you are what every other group-up is doing are the things that crush you down into unusable powder and blow you into the winds and scatter you over the city you wish would just burn to ash and mix with your own as it disappears over the horizon with everything that used to matter.
Nobody becomes mediocre on purpose. It just kind of happens that way sometimes.