I was in a room with my cousin’s family.
My aunt talked about a lot of things
I didn’t really care.
Until she talked about talents and hobbies
“My nephew here can beatbox like a pro.”
“My son here can draw.”
“My other nephew here can dance.”
And this went on and on.
She then asked me, “What are you good at?”
That point I was angry, not because she kept bragging
But because I wasn’t good at anything.
“I’m good at computers.”
“Ahhh.” I could imagine her thinking how mediocre my reply was.
Or how mediocre my talent was.
I don’t blame her.
Everyone is mediocre.
Just with a little pinch of perseverance.
Mediocre becomes greatness.
Painting by Irma Stern