The Greatness Question
Baby Kim. I’ve still got that appetite, by the way.
I’m going to risk sounding like a pint-sized egomaniac and tell you that when I was a young child, perhaps four or five years old, I knew without a doubt that I was destined to do amazing things. My belief was never well-defined, I didn’t know specifically what sort of greatness I was destined for, but I carried that belief with me throughout my childhood and into my early teenage years. At some point the certainty of my greatness fizzled away. I didn’t think of it again for many years.
I don’t know if this early confidence in my own potential was a result of parenting, books I read, or shows I watched on TV. I don’t know if it was because of the self esteem movement that peaked during my developmental years or that if, maybe, it’s a belief that we are all born with because it is the truth.
I’ve been thinking about it lately, my early confidence in my own greatness, wondering what the source was. Was it ego? Youth? God? Was it artificial or spiritual? Self-created or something more?
I’ve got a question for all of you, because I’m trying to get at the core of this little mystery. Did you believe as a child that you were born to do something amazing?
Has your adult life lived up to what you believed you would be when you were young?