I am "that guy".
You know "that guy".
He is smart, talented, funny and charming.
He is gifted, seemingly could do whatever he wants.
Everyone looks at him and says "wow, what potential."
He's the Ryan Leif or Aaron Carter with flashes of greatness but a life of disappointment.
And he is forever underachieving any of his dreams or the dreams set out for him.
In sports he is the classic 1st round pick that never pans out. In college, he is the Magna Cum Laude that fails on the opportunities that lies before him. In life he is the guy that excels in middle to low level career roles, but never becomes the man he could become.
Potential is scary. Potential is powerful. Potential holds the capability of becoming real. Potential is the teeter-totter of life that can tip one way or another but rarely holds stable.
Potential is label we use to express hopes of future outcomes. And a label pasted on others who fall disastrously short of expectations.
Within me is the potential, the possibility, the opportunity to become something or someone of greatness.
How does potential become reality?
For guys like me that seems to be the answer that is always just out of reach.
Most days, I feel like "that guy".
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