Much of my life can be boiled down to one-liners; some humorous, others serious. All in all, this is a sad state of being.
First and foremost is: “Only the mediocre are always at their best.” It’s an apt description of me as I’ve always been a ‘mediocre man.’
For years I’ve never really had to try. Much of my life’s activities have come naturally to me and I’ve never once tried to be best at whatever has come my way.
Second is, “Luck is the residue of piss-poor planning.” I’ve been fortunate enough not to have to create a list of steps to get from one point in life to the next and thus, I’ve openly contributed to my meritocracy.
Lastly – “When you stop to think, don’t forget to start again.” For me this has to do with resting on my laurels, something that is a real danger to the person who thinks of themselves with high regard.
In my final analysis, there is very little in my life that I can say, “I did because I…” Rather, everything that I’ve done worth noting has been done because something ‘happened’ to force me in one direction or another.
Maybe I’m alone in this, perhaps I am not. No one I know is admitting to anything.