Mediocrity is an estimation of yourself that gets owed to a lacking self-involvement, or else to a lacking effort that, you can think, if you wish, would exist (if it did) just for yourself, but which instead sakes itself for the rest of us–––for your world. We had pressured you to compete in the first place, and you never wanted to do this, is what you maintain. It’s what you may believe. Mediocrity though is a sash of weakness sewed in the fear of the truth it is real. Endowed always with the solace that it is a tragedy to have happened, then regardless of whether one will escape the median of mankind, one can always believe in his potential beyond his own results. It’s better, therefore, to not believe in mediocrity. Because acknowledging one’s mediocrity would imply one knows where he must stand. And that kind of knowledge must escape us all. It would be far too convenient to know how good, quite exactly, one actually is and, also where one resides in the spread of our humanity. If one wishes to debase himself, therefore he should believe instead he sucks. That way he can’t let himself down, for all the times he already did.