I found out just recently (and that's a lie, I've known all the time) that I don't excel at anything. At all.
I'm good. Always good, possibly great, never excelent.
At school, at art, at life. At almost anything I dare to try I will be good, if I try hard enough, but I'll stop at that. At good.
I won't ever be acknowledged by my achievments I guess, and I'll just get diplomas (like everybody else) for whatever I may want to do with my life.
It's ugly to be mediocre, but I guess that's what I am. One can't help but dream of being famous, or a genious or a miracle of life (have your own Wikipedia article at least!) but if such a thing doesn