You Don’t Have To Be Famous To Be Great.
Truman Capote wrote:
She belongs to that sect most swiftly, irrevocably trapped by New York, the talented untalented; too acute to accept a more provincial climate, yet not quite acute enough to breathe freely within the one so desired, they go along neurotically feeding upon the fringes of the New York scene. Only success can give relief, but for artists without an art, it is always tension without release, irritation with no pearl.
To strive for greatness, the ideal. I will probably never be truly, change-the-world famous-great. Neither will you.
I’m a very good marketer. I understand digital. I can be strategic and execute.
I’m good at staying fit.
I’m good at having a positive attitude when it’s needed.
I’m good at maintaining friendships.
I’m a good son, brother, and uncle. My family is the bomb. I’m a great dad for two animals. My children.
I’m terrible at dating; not so hot at self-confidence. Sometimes at least. It scares me to type that.
I get mad a lot. At stupid shit like traffic. A shrink might help. I get too busy and forget to find one.
I hold myself back from more huge career moves, because I don’t have the mojo, or the willingness to give up the time. Or maybe both. I get tired.
I’m good at being afraid. I’m afraid to say what I really feel. Sometimes I have panic attacks. I get mad about this too.
I’ll never be famous. Neither will you. When I tweet, one of the three hearts is usually my own. If my article gets 200 views, that’s good, and includes family eyes. I’m not a Kardashian or a Miley or a Styles. Some days I wish I were. I’m not that beautiful, young or rich. I watch YouTube videos sometimes and get jealous. I know it’s not real. Half a billion views.
I’ll probably never be rich. Neither will you. At least in the financial sense of the word. It’s just statistics. Most people aren’t rich.
I don’t have the vision of Steve Jobs even though I wish I did. The first iPod sits on my dresser; I try to absorb inspiration from it. I dust it instead. I take that back, I probably have the vision of Steve Jobs in certain areas but don’t know how to execute it.
I’m not Elon Musk. I love electric cars but I don’t know how to be a CEO of a car company and I don’t feel like trying.
I’m not Stephen King. I didn’t write my first novel while working in a laundry, didn’t get a six-figure deal in my early 20s, and I don’t live in Maine. My grandparents did. I did write two novels though. One is very good. Agents said no, so far.
I don’t know who has the scorecard on great. I don’t think there is one.
Steve Jobs was a great innovator but I don’t know how he was in his family life. Movies are great at conjecture. Maybe he was a shitty dad or husband because work consumed him.
Elon Musk is a great innovator. Money helps. Access to rich people also helps. But maybe he’s a terrible sleeper or gets mad a lot like me or has high blood pressure. That’s not so great.
Stephen King is a great storyteller. Many say he’s not a great writer, like Hemingway. I remind people that Hemingway blew his head off, which isn’t so great.
We’re all great at something and not so great at other things. Some people get rich and famous for their greatness. Most people don’t.
Tesla has 30,000 employees you haven’t heard of. Tesla wouldn’t be here without them. They are working to make Tesla great.
The happiest people don’t fly too high or too low. I read that somewhere. You are great, because you are. You don’t have to be famous to be great.