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Monday August 21, 06

Mediocracy: the plight of a generalist

07:49 PM

I can do many things: cook, write, paint, swim, arts and crafts, water sports, etc. But I can't do a single thing great. Well, maybe there is one thing: being a student. This has been the only role that I have ever excelled in. Too bad this is not a legitimate vocation.

Oh how I wish I could be great at these things: singing, painting, writing fiction, gymnastics, goal setting... and many others.

Is there hope for me? Doubtful. See life is not fair. There are the haves and the havenots. And, I was dealt a shitty hand. Does this mean that I have to quit the game? No, it just means I am gonna have to settle for watching others win.

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  • You saw sagacious Solomon
    You know what came of him,
    To him complexities seemed plain.
    He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
    And saw that everything was vain.
    How great and wise was Solomon.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
    How fortunate the man with none.

    You saw courageous Caesar next
    You know what he became.
    They deified him in his life
    Then had him murdered just the same.
    And as they raised the fatal knife
    How loud he cried: you too my son!
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It's courage that had brought him to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none.

    You heard of honest Socrates
    The man who never lied:
    They weren't so grateful as you'd think
    Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
    And handed him the poisoned drink.
    How honest was the people's noble son.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It's honesty that brought him to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none.

    Here you can see respectable folk
    Keeping to God's own laws.
    So far he hasn't taken heed.
    You who sit safe and warm indoors
    Help to relieve our bitter need.
    How virtuously we had begun.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It's fear of god that brought us to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none
    .

    -From the play "Mother Courage" by Bertolt Brecht
    Dead Can Dance have a song version
    se repenti fort <[email protected]> -- Monday August 21 2006, @08:31PM (#232400)
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    • Re:winning by realitybites (Score:1) Monday August 21 2006, @09:10PM
  • people who are great at things, have just been doing them longer. I heard once that it takes 10 years to be an expert in something. Pick up a camera, don't put it down for 10 years, you'll be an expert. Paint for 10 years, you'll be the envy of your friends. People aren't born great, they become great. Prodigies may have a headstart, but so long as your try, the race is still on.
    Smiths <reversethis-{moc ... a} {2eporhtdniw}> -- Tuesday August 22 2006, @05:18AM (#232436)
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