I recently saw on a social networking site that someone I know was lamenting mediocrity. They said, paraphrasing, that you cannot make people think and that most people seem to be content with being mediocre.
It made me think. I imagined a person sitting down at a piano and playing the right-hand section of a Mozart sonata, and playing it fairly well. Many would think such an effort might be mediocre, after all the person played only half the piece, not playing the counterpoint hand.
But what if the person at the piano has only one hand?
One person’s mediocrity may be another person’s perfection.