Some days I think of the Big Fruits and wonder if it's all that important, if having all of them at mediocrity is enough, or if having two out of three or three out of five is enough for me to feel satisfied. And some days I yield and think it's ok to have them all at this pace, or have all but one. But then, ultimately, I think my pride is a bit too great for me to accept the fact that I can't have everything at their absolute greatest. I refuse to be enough or just-ok or second-best or second-choice. I refuse to think that it's ok to float over the bar. I refuse to think about the glass ceiling and the possibility of having limitations. Of running out of potential. Of seeing so many versions of yourself disappear because of prior inactivity or complacence or whatnot. I want it all. I want them all. Love, Career, Friends, Unending talent, the Life, Everthing. All the things people said you couldn't have all at once. I want them all in my tiny hand. This is a declaration of war against the world.
