Everybody has a reason why they can’t be great,

but there’s only one issue with that: when your’e trying for something considered to be ‘great’, you’ll end up being the only person who cares about the reason you fail.

and that’s fine. it really is.

inasmuch as I put these non-artificial, but intelligent (I think), written words together, as long as greatness is measured by someone other than yourself, the how, why, who, and what doesn’t matter until you get to great. it’s an unfortunate thing. In the United States of this America, the masses tend to only put extreme emotion behind something perceptually aggreed upon as great, or, something perceptually agreed upon as overwhelmingly ungreat.

So then, why should your reason for not being great and being caught between the north and south poles matter?

because - it matters for you. and you only.

I have this overwhelming fear of a specific resentment: I’m 72. 7 years old. I’m approaching my 73rd birthday. approaching 73 causes me to reflect on the last 72 years of life, and specifically, on those moments where significant change occurred. But it’s not the actual change that bewilders me. It’s how I got to that change. And so I think of those moments where I had amazing ideas and inspiration to do something' ‘great’ and yet, I don’t do it, not because I talk myself out of it, but because life somehow got too complicated. life became too great for my great.

and those are the moments I know I’ll regret, because it’s those moments where I, me, and no one else can choose my great.

don’t let your reason for not being great escape you.

get it?