What if you had a hundred years to do anything you wanted?
One hundred years is a long time, you may say.
Now the dilemma: you can be a little bit good at a lot of things or extremely good at one and only one thing.
I'm partial to the once and future dream of virtuosity, but making a choice, the choice that will lead to that end is killing me: programmer, artist, b-baller, leaguey, altruist, comicker, web designer, vaudeville performer, internet celebrity, competitive eater, writer?
I suck at varying degrees in relation to the first ten options, which leaves only writing (where sucking is a matter of subjectivity and hence I have, perhaps foolishly, become a legend in my own mind). What are the chances of success? It's like having next to no outs on the final river card, which could possibly change a nothing hand into a straight draw.
You gotta know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.