Still looking at the three sides of the bill. . .
I am not really good at most things, including like writing and stuff. Maybe I am good at a few ones but i’m sure there are a lot more people better than me at those things. There are times when I feel jealous of people that excel in what they do. Of geniuses and intelligent people. Jealous, envious, wishing that i’d be smarter, more talented and can excel in a lot of things that can be done. There are times like these, when I have a lot of my mind and I would wish that if only… If only it was easy for me to transform my thoughts into words, at least i’d be good at expressing myself. If I wasn’t so dumb, life would at least be easier.
But i’m thankful that i’m like this. A seemingly good-for-nothing individual. It’s okay that i’m dumb and maybe, stupid. At least it was easier for me to realize that I just have to work harder to cope up with those who are smarter/more skillful/talented than me and not whine about my failures. To realize that I just have to be stronger, be more diligent, and be more dedicated. To be always optimistic and to embrace life more. To have more faith and trust in myself, to be stronger. To realize that mediocrity only exists if you allow it to.
I am not a jack of all trades, master of nothing nor am I a master of everything. I am an anomaly, a master of something. If there’s something i’m great at, it’s finding solace from myself.