On Accepting My Mediocrity

I have to confess: I have always wanted to become something great in life. I have dreamt of becoming successful. I had this image of a famous novelist in my mind. I wanted to become another Tolstoy or Chekhov.

However, I noticed that I was not writing so much, so I made myself practice writing instead of being becoming a writer. It was my private nightmare, and every word was a torture, but I thought that it was just the regular price for happiness and success. Obviously, it was not. All I wanted was that easy life of a bohemian who looks down on the rest of the world.

I also remember one time, when I still was still a child, I wanted to become a footballer player. I admired Zinedine Zidan, Ronaldo, Gabriel Batistuta, and others. I worshipped them, and now I understand it was not what I truly wanted to do in my life. I liked the idea of being famous, being admired, being applauded by thousands of people. I was too egocentric as a child.

Growing up I had a difficult time adjusting to the reality.(You can also say, "...adjusting to the reality of life.") I can be good at many things, but I will never be the best. one. This race to keep up with the rest of the world does not make sense; it is a dead-end street. Now I understand life is not about being the best or being famous, it is about being yourself.

I especially like one parable in the Bible. It is about a master and his servants He who gave different amounts of talents to them  according to their abilities, as it says in the Bible. Two of them gave back the doubled sum to the master because they had traded with the money. The first one gained five more talents, the second servant gained two more talents. Interestingly  enough, the third servant dug a hole in the ground and hid his only talent, and his he was punished for that afterwards. Personally, I think it is a powerful metaphor for a human life. You have to increase something that you already have, day by day, hour by hour, step by step. If you stop, you will be punished.

To be honest with you, I adore football, and long ago I noticed a curious pattern. Outsiders fighting to escape the relegation are as interesting to watch as the title contenders. They have different abilities and different aims for the season, but they deserve great respect for fighting until the end. Fighting for survival deserves as much respect as fighting for the title. The Outsiders’ struggle is admirable indeed.

To sum it all up, pride is a great evil. Politics, actors, and media personalities are especially prone to this sin, but we should be strong to fight it restlessly.

I noticed many smaller sentences that could be combined together. When it is possible, it is better to combine them to form longer sentences.

Keep on going with life and do your best. :)