The king of Mediocrity
Last year in December, I signed up for a couple of subscriptions - the New Yorker and The Atlantic Monthly. Reading these magazines have given me a tremendous amount of pleasure. However, as I read these articles about some of the great men and women, the writers and poets, the painters and diplomats, translators, judges, musicians, I am often overcome with a mixed sense of melancholy, admiration, and jealosy as I realize that I am not going to achieve even a fraction of what these people, through either innate gifts, hard work or most likely a combination of both, have done.
I vividly recall a scene in the movie "Amadeus" where Salieri is wheeled through the insane asylem screaming "I am the king of mediocrity".