Average

This isn't supposed to be the topic I'd like to talk about. But it's a big part of what I am so I'll be glad to talk (more like rant) about it.

I know, I know. Being average is cliched.

But I am. I am an average person, someone who's not great and not bad at something. I've tried a lot of stuff in my life (okay, not a lot but still) but I haven't been good at them. Let's just say I haven't found my niche yet.

I did ballet.

1, 2, 3, 4.
1, 2, 3, 4.
And 1, 2, 3, 4.
Plie.

But I stopped my classes. I had wanted to (secretly, in my unconscious mind) rebel against the strict discipline that this industry closely follows. So I gave up.

I did art classes, doodled, painted, and sketched.

But then again, I may create artworks but they're scratch compared to the people who were blessed with extremely talented and creative hands.

I played football.

This, I really loved. Not to mention that I found the love of my life through this sport. But during the times when I thought I was already great, someone comes along, then makes me realize that I had thought wrong.

I never really excelled in anything I engaged myself in. It keeps me wondering, where do I fit in? Have I been following the wrong path? Am I just too average, not being able to be the best. Then overlooked. And then forgotten.


Although, looking back, I realized one thing.

You are the best. Until you start comparing.