You’re good at things
You’re a good writer, you’re a good photographer, you get good grades
But you’re not great
And you’ll never be like them, the friends with 4.0’s and a full ride to college
Or the siblings with the bright futures of being medical school or law school
And you’ll have a good future with your good head on your shoulders
But they have a great future with their great minds, and they just have to push a little to do great things
Why, imagine if they pushed a lot
And you can’t talk about wanting to be special and different and standing out
Because you’re a girl and you’re whining
Because you’re a boy and that’s weak
Because you’re young and naive, or old and past your time
When you fight to be heard you’re a nuisance and when you let it go you’re lazy
When you scream to stand out you’re attention seeking and when you try to fit in you’re boring
So you wish you had been born special, born different, because if you try to mold yourself, you become a fake
You are the average person who succeeds at making others feel great
How could they feel great if it weren’t for average people?
Who would they be better than?
Who would set such a low bar for them to easily exceed?
You can be the best at being good, if you like
It may even make your days easier
But if you achieve the miracle of greatness through goodness, no one will realize it
So try to just be content to be good
Because it’s how you’ll always be treated anyway