Greatness is not relegated to those whose names we know.
There is a greatness to every nameless human that has loved, laughed, lost, and learned while breathing.
I have spent much of the last 3-years trying to learn how to be super.
Super-productive.
Super-talented.
Super-prolific.
Super-human.
I do not want to be just Jeremiah. I want to be the extraordinary person that so much of popular literature tells me I might just be if only I can follow these demanding set of rules to which only the super can adhere.
I want to be super in the eyes of the world because being just me, who I am without a set of rules and pocket full of productivity quotes, is not enough.
It cannot be enough.
I feel promised more and therefore I will behave in a way that believes more is in my nature.
I am super. I am just yet to find out how to feel and appear as such.
But What About Normal Life?
How can I ignore it any longer?
To be alive, to be a regular human living a non-super life is super difficult.
