I was awed at this piece--
The Good Enough Life, both the writing and the message.
It's a particularly useful counterpoint in this time of ours where anything less than a great result--a win--is considered a miserable loss by a miserable loser. I have never personally achieved greatness at anything, and long ago came peacefully to terms with that. It has freed me up to pursue good-enoughness in a lot of different and interesting endeavors that I'd likely not have pursued had I put in the time and effort to become great at anything. Recall that it supposedly takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at something--though this theory is controversial. People point out that you can put in 10,000 hours of effort trying to become a great guitarist and still suck. Which makes me feel better about not practicing more.
But I get the gist--becoming great takes a bunch of work and time, and most people don't or can't put in that time. They end up, if they are lucky, being good enough. And there's no shame in being good enough. Life is such a bizarre gaggle of circumstances, talent, and effort, but, sadly, dumb luck is perhaps the single most outcome- determinative factor. I always wonder--did a guitarist who would have outplayed Jimi Hendrix perish on a battlefield in Vietnam, another in a car crash in Nebraska, another on a mean street in Oakland?