it is quite immature to believe you have significant talent. it is quite unrealistic. it feels foolish to pounce at its potential. yet it is the most devastating, most harrowing, totally and completely eviscerating thing to accept the absence of that talent. coming to terms with your own mediocrity, own ordinary self, and putting away the pen, the microphone, the instrument, the shoes, the ball, and settling to waste away in monotonous typicality with everyone you thought you were above is not only the most crushing death of the ego, but the death of the identity in addition. it is the failure to fulfill the desire of being incredible, exceptional, extraordinary,- the so utterly human desire of being more than human.
