Mediocrity - When do we settle?
Generally, people like to think they´re special. Most of us anyway. We´ve been raised to believe in our dreams, to strive higher, to think everything is possible. Until puberty hits, then you´re told you should stop acting like a child and focus on securing your future.
You finish school/university and maybe get a job. You move out, get your own place, pay your own bills, you go celebrate with a couple of friends.
Hey, you´ve made it, you´re a responsible adult.
Or so you think. Then kids come. A wife. She works 10 hours, you work 10 hours ,kids play games for 10 hours. You tell your kids they´re wasting their lives playing games, they should be doing something productive. You´re almost grown men kids, act like it! You forget you´ve been there, playing some other games, but playing games nonetheless.
Years pass and you´re 40, 50, 60. Grand kids, unwrapping Christmas presents, family reunions, and you really hate that annoying wife´s cousin, but he´s family, let him be. Kids leave, wife is somewhere, doing whatever wives do when they need a break from your constant nagging about "good ol´ days".
So you sit there in your living room, in the house you´ve earned through a lifetime of splinters on your hands, and you have it all - a good, cozy life. A wife that can´t stand you, but still loves you to this day, a herd of younglings that come visit a couple of times a year, a nice, foreign car in your garage, some old buddies from work you meet once a week in a bar nearby to drink beer and throw kinky comments at student waitresses with.
Good, long life. And then you remember you wanted to be an astronaut. Or a sailor. Or a reporter. Or something else. But you´ve chosen the safe way, the better way.
Just like your neighbor. And his neighbor. And all the other hundreds living down the street. Do you wish it were different? Would you trade it all for a fresh start, another go at your dream? Do you even have the right to contemplate in such manner? Ungrateful bastard, look what you´ve achieved. There are millions out there who have nothing, and you have it all - a well planned, thought-out, safe life. Good life.
So why is there something missing? Not everyone can be an astronaut, sure. But you could´ve been... so much more. Or could you really?
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