I have met perhaps a handful of people in my almost 26 years now who were equally or even more so capable than myself. I envy those people greatly because I strive for greatness. In the same regard I pity them all the same. Capability is a blessing and a curse.
The capable are the ones who others expect the most out of. And rightfully so. We are a rare breed. But we are an integral one. The Spartans of the earth if you will. Up to any task. Never unwilling to step up and perform the duty at hand.
It is an empowering feeling. To know one can accomplish most anything one sets his focus on.
It is a terrible burden. To know one must do whatever is asked of him at the drop of a pin. And to do it well. And to do it smiling. And to be grateful for the opportunity to perform such a task and complete it in due time with appropriate attention to detail.
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The capable are the ones who others expect the most out of. And rightfully so. Long time's perception is amazingly expressed in this brilliantly drafted poem.10
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