I am afraid of a number of things. I am afraid of losing my freedom, the unknown, misery, disappointment, loneliness, rejection, failure and death. However non of the above strike more fear in me than my fear of living an average life. If you don’t know what I mean, how would you like to be described as any of the following: Unremarkable, Standard, Forgettable, Usual, Normal, Pedestrian, Typical, Common, Customary, Regular, Everyday, Mediocre, Second-Rate, Undistinguished, Ordinary, Middle-of-the-Road, Unexceptional, Ordinary. Unexciting, Unmemorable, Indifferent, Lackluster, Amateurish?
Truth be told, for the vast majority of people, we don’t always know what to do that would bring out the best in us. On the flip side, we always know what we don’t want to do. In my case, it is getting a job in a large establishment, work my way up to senior management while raising a couple of rug- rats, acquire one or more properties, retire in my late 60’s or early 70’s and live the rest of my life depending on both my pension and my kids. That, my friends, is my biggest fear. I have seen this before, in fact I see it every day, to be honest, I understand that despite my acknowledgement of this fear and efforts to avoid ending up this way, there is a good chance I will end up recycling this same life span.
So what is holding us back? Often times we all want to sound profound from the get go, hence we get bogged down in details. The secret is to get started. I am an example of this. I wrote my one hundred and twenty thousand words doctoral thesis in thirty months with another sixteen months left. The key was simple “get it written don’t get it right”. Mistakes are bound to happen regardless of how prepared you are. Hence, allow yourself to be a beginner, no one in history ever started excellent. It is not helpful to get caught up ruminating the details, eventually things get sorted. Just strive for progress, perfection will come eventually.
Ironically even as I write this, I am stuck in my average ways. In fact, I am operating below my average potential in every way I can think of.
let us raise our glasses to me, because wilful procrastinators like myself deserve some credit.
let us raise our glasses to those who have accepted sub-per living as their fate because mediocrity is inevitable.
And finally, to the doers. Those who have realized the clue to an outstanding existence is not just running from the average life, but running towards a fulfilling dream.