Thursday July 5, 2018
In Praise Of Incompetence
My parents never spoke their expectation of brilliance, but it was implied.
It was implied through their own self reflection, striving to always be better, do better. It was implied through how they spoke to me. It was implied through the dinner table and the art room and the backyard games.
Maybe I’m making this up. I lie, after all. We do. Don’t pretend that you don’t. Maybe my expectation of brilliance came innately, emerged inherently, was a natural trait. Maybe my parents, bless them and their wild hearts, had nothing to do with it.
Wouldn’t you say that this is the debate of adulthood? Wouldn’t you say that at a certain point you maybe go,
“This is who I am, by fluke or by nurturing, and I’ve gotta figure out how to do life regardless?”