Comfort in mediocrity
I found this quote on Wikipedia, which cited "The Second Book of the Coutier" by Sir Thomas Hoby:
In response to the question, "What say you at the game of chestes?"
It is truely an honest kynde of enterteynmente and wittie, quoth Syr Friderick. But me think it hath a fault, whiche is, that a man may be to couning at it, for who ever will be excellent in the playe of chestes, I beleave he must beestowe much tyme about it, and applie it with so much study, that a man may assoone learne some noble scyence, or compase any other matter of importaunce, and yet in the ende in beestowing all that laboure, he knoweth no more but a game. Therfore in this I beleave there happeneth a very rare thing, namely, that the meane is more commendable, then the excellency.
I take comfort in this sentiment, namely that it is more commendable to be average than to devote such time as would be necessary to excel at the expense of life's labors. Granted, if one has a gift it should be pursued. That said, my gifts in life are apart from the board and mediocrity suits me quite fine. It is, after all, only a game.