I was laying here resting when my thoughts began to wonder. I realize I’ve been mediocre my whole life. It’s depressing me as all I wanted to be in life is special. Sadly I’m not any more special then anyone else. All my hips and dreams as a child are gone. I’m fearful my oldest is too much like me and has a lot of potential but will remain mediocre. I was thinking of his school work and how he could get a’s but settles for b’s. On the plus side socially he seems to do better than me. He’s not all emotional and as far as I can tell he doesn’t write poetry about dying. Still is out ok to be mediocre? Can’t we all be special in some way?