I have never spent so much time in the land of mediocrity. Did you know you still have to apply for a work visa here? The elite laugh over their sparkling wines, explaining that trying is what differentiates them from us, delivered with a smile and a tsk-tsk, one of which is sincere.
But staying in the land of mediocrity is itself work. Simply floating, without attempting to swim ashore, takes exhausting, wild, desperate treading of the feet. An immense output of energy. No less than those already parallel with the waves, their fluid bodies billowing in time with the tides. I wonder what it takes to go from vertical treading to horizontal swimming. I wonder what truly differentiates us and them. I wonder if knowing the answer would help us, or sink us further.
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