Life and Stuff: Why it’s OK to be OK
I can dig that. I’m no slouch.
But here’s the thing: since when did everyone have to be the ‘best’ at everything? Can’t we just try to be OK?
There are lots of things that I would love to be the best at but I simply don’t have the skill, talent or perseverance required to make the Top 1000, let alone Number One.
I watched an Australian Story on the weekend about a young tennis star named Jade Hopper who, at the age of 10, was earmarked to become the best female player in the world. Fast forward nine years on the international circuit and she’s out of the running for Top Seed. It has nothing to with her game (which is impeccable); it all came down to her body. She simply isn’t strong enough to compete against the bigger girls.
This girl dedicated 15 years of her life to being the best and, by all accounts, would have gotten there if it weren’t for her petite build.
She spoke about the loneliness of the tour, the physical torture of training and the enormous social sacrifices she has made in her quest to be Number One. This story echoes that of multiple grand slam winner Andre Agassi who, in his recent autobiography Open, recounts how he actually hated tennis.
He was the best player in the world.
My questions is: Is your life really that much better if you’re the best at something? Wouldn’t it be better to live without all that pressure and performance anxiety?
Surely there is satisfaction to be found in merely being good? Or even just OK?