Delusions of Mediocrity

I had a nightmare last night that was probably the scariest I've had in a long while. I dreamed that I was an insurance salesman, every day for fifty years, I watched as though in fast motion the pictures on the walls of my office fade, the shiny name plate loses its luster. I got older and older and older until the day came when my tweny to thirty year old boss came in and informed me that they were finally granting me early retirement. I went home to an empty house and surfed the net for a while. I would go fishing on the weekends with other old men. I would look at the mahogony desk my grandfather gave me years ago, thinking of the stories I had always dreamed of writing there, back when I was twenty, and naive.

The dream didn't end there, but I'd rather not think about what happened next. Let's just say no one came to my funeral. It was like the last scene in "Death of a Salesman". A true nightmare of mediocrity.

First of all, I don't want anyone to think I'm down on insurance salesmen. I have a lot of respect for anyone that can do that, but I know it's not the life for me. That being said, on with my rant.
I've been toying with the idea recently that generally, all of us have untapped and unlimited potential. We have the ability to "Defy Gravity" as a pretty girl of my aquaintance mantras periodically.

I think she's right. I think we are only limited by the boundaries we set in our own minds. I believe it was Napolean Hill who said "We become that which dominates our thoughts."

Carpe Diem. Seize the day. It's time, my friends. Your hour is upon you. What will you do with it? For myself, I think I shall avoid insurance offices, and put that mahogony desk to use, before I become too naive to use it.