Do most of us know what we are really good at? And if we do know, should we be putting more effort into that gig? Or, instead, may we give ourselves permission to do nothing? Or at least nothing grand?
One life, right? So it should be the latter, no?
Isn’t it a drag that there is this feeling of obligation? That if you’re born singing opera, you accept the burden and take to the stage when the time comes?
I’m safe: I don’t have an opera voice. It’s good, but it isn’t anywhere near opera. Indeed, I always said that I do many things and I do none of them fantastically well (thank God). And still, I wonder if perhaps I should have tried to do some of them with even greater effort.