I watched the Wimbledon final yesterday between Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer. This was a match between two people at the peek of their powers and at the top of what they do. They are the best at playing tennis. (Despite losing, Federer’s backhand is still the most majestic thing in sport).
There other examples of people just being good at what they do. I love going to concerts, and really appreciate when an artist is able to re-imagine one of their songs – totally understanding what it’s about and being able to implement seamless changes to it.
Something I always think about myself is that I’m not the best at anything amongst my friends. Everyone has their place in a group, but I don’t know what mine is. I can identify skills and traits amongst the people I know in which they are the best, and I know that they’re recognised in that way by others. Yet, when I assess myself either “officially” for work or otherwise, I can’t get anything. I’m not the best sportsman, the best speaker, the most knowledgable, the best organiser… A few years ago I got an award for something and, for the life of me, I can’t work out why. And that’s not being humble. I like to review things to understand them and this I just can’t.
There’s lots of things I’d like to be able to do better. I’d like to be able to speak another language, I’d like to be able to use the one I can speak to tell someone what I really think and want, I’d like to be better at football or play a musical instrument, I’d like to be able to not hurt my back regularly! I used to think I was once a decent driver but I’m now not sure about that!
So there’s a list of talents I’d like to have but don’t. Some of them can be achieved. Some of them I’m sure I have natural limitations that will always be hard to overcome.
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one –
A wonderful part of the mess that we made –
We pick ourselves undone.
Flaws by Bastille