Holding out for something a grade or two above middling. Now those are aspirations to keep you up at night! How can you be sure opportunity did not come knocking when you were flat on your back counting logs and sawing sheep?
My point exactly. Enough is enough until you cross the finish line. Success is a rainbow, you know. There are many shades of competency.
Luck. Chance.
A busted romance.
A fluke. A flavor.
We all fall out of favor.
Are we waiting for the right time to realize so little of it remains? Best to miss out on everything and hide all reminders of the opposite.
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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