I find that mediocrity is a pest. And yet sometimes I fall prey to its coils. Why not? It's safe and no one gets hurt, especially me.
But when I think about the consequences of mediocrity my stomach does cartwheels.
How do you know how far you can go if you do not go par excellence? 100%?
Would you rather fall flat on your face knowing that you went 100% or still fall flat with shit on your head and what if questions like vultures hovering over your rotting flesh?
Emotionally, mentally and physically wondering what ifs will eventually eat at your soul. And then what?
I find we take for granted that we have ALL THE TIME IN THE FREAKING WORLD to do whatever we want, hence procrastinating until it's too late.
When you think about it, who does have all the time in the world? We do live in borrowed time.
We do not have the luxury to choose our time of death, if we did, then there wouldn't be such a thing as regret. It wouldn't exist in the dictionary.
But yes it does, under R. A big capital R.
And for those who still do have time we idle in the realm of NOT ENOUGH TIME.
I'm not surprised. Think about it.
How much time do you spend wasting your time away figuring out and worrying about something that when you realize, is actually trivial, compared to others things like going 100% in your hopes and dreams. :P
Anyways, with my thoughts out in the open, I end with..
EXCEL OR BUST.
