When your best isn't good enough, hills are mountains - and you're not invited.
Nature is no longer an open invitation.
When your best isn't good enough, the sidelines is where you find yourself sitting,
smiling sadly, because you know you belong there.
When your best isn't good enough, hard work doesn't pay off;
it doesn't register a moderate blip on the radar.
I've recently come to the realization that I don't really excel at anything.
I don't foresee knowing the complete lyrics to "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf as a valuable asset. Unless karaoke is in my future.