I bang on about mediocrity a lot. Maybe I should interrogate that and see why that is, and what mediocrity in others mirrors for me … but not today.
I found a piece by Carlos Ruiz Zafón in his book The Angel’s Game that gives an articulate description of one aspect of mediocrity. It has clarified things for me in terms of the zeitgeist of the world today, it may be helpful to you too.
“Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it responds to the worries that gnaw at them and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues.
“Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace but their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude – and destroy if possible – those who, by the simple fact of their existence, show up their poorness of spirit, mind and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them.”
If the fools are barking at you, you can be sure that you’re on the right track. You’re holding your light. You’re in your power. Your frequency is vibrating as it should. Your soul is intact.
- You who are pregnant with potential, don’t play small to make other people feel better.
- You who are as smart as a whip, don’t dumb down your shit so that others can feel smart.
- You who are as bright as the brightest star, don’t dull your genius to fit in.
You’re the job.