The downfall of western civilization began with the invention of the 9th place trophy
Show me someone who proudly displays their 9th place trophy, and I'll show you someone who has no drive to achieve a 1st place one. |
speSHəl/
adjective
1.better, greater, or otherwise different from what is usual
Not everyone is special.
The fact of the matter is, if everyone was special, no one would be.
*Syndrome taught me that from the Incredibles.
Unfortunately the up and coming generation (including mine) is full of people who have been told that they're inherently special their entire lives but with no distinguishing skills or attributes that qualify them as such.
Statistically speaking, about 68% of us are pretty damn similar, add in moderately more and moderately less, and you encompass 96% of the population leaving only 2% of people who reasonably qualify as special and 2% of them are special in a negative sense. This doesn't even take into consideration that we're not even beginning to discuss which metric we're basing this on. Just in the overall sense. But it's not hard to see this mentality's lasting effects. When I was student teaching, I encountered more than my share of parents who refused to believe that their child might need some additional help and who's kids were struggling yet decided to confronted me rather than help their child. This isn't the child's shortcoming, this is the parent's. They are the ones that cannot believe for one second that their wonderful child might need some additional help and this ignorance will set their child back for years to come.
Turn on any reality TV show or audition based program and you'll see droves of people who never had anyone be truly honest with them. No one who taught them that while one should never accept failure as finality, that it is absolutely an inevitable and unavoidable part of life that teaches the value of being humbled. That if one truly wants to achieve greatness, one has to be willing to work for it and if you weren't blessed with the natural ability, one has to work even harder than those who were. Malcom Gladwell touches upon this in his "10,000-Hour Rule," based on a study by Anders Ericsson. Gladwell claims that expertise requires enormous time, and posits that it takes about 10,000 hours of dedicated practice to truly master a skill. While this seemingly arbitrary number might be highly contested for accuracy, the focal point in my opinion is that not everyone is just born with it. Matter of fact, most of us aren't. We have to be willing to put in the time if we want to truly be special. Lincoln once said: "You have to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was."
In short, we've become entitled assholes and we're raising a whole new batch of them. Feeling that we shouldn't have to work for anything and that we're special so therefore we're afforded certain inalienable rights. We aren't and we shouldn't. The sooner we realize that the better off we'll be.
I think the word we should probably learn to acquiesce towards rather than special is:
u·nique
yo͞oˈnēk/
adjective
1. being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else.
I can vibe with that a little better. We're each a distinct arrangement of atoms that miraculously come together to form life, and its true that our whole is greater than the sum of our parts, but you know what? So is everyone. So is pretty much everything in the universe.
However...
While I might feel that we overuse the word special to think about ourselves. There is no shortage of special things on the planet, but they became special their own way and they earned it. Mostly, I believe our relationships are what elevates us beyond the commonplace. Our interaction with each other and the world around us is how we seize the significant. The way in which we respond to the constant push and pull of the universe and whether we meet that with grace or with contempt is was determines whether we're ordinary or extraordinary. Realizing your role in the greater picture and embracing it. The balance in life that is required to be truly happy and the humility to deserve it.
O Me! O Life!
BY WALT WHITMAN
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean,
Of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest,
with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—
What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Not only that you may... you MUST.
Make it a good one.