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I remember once my sister’s 11th-grade teacher told her that a person who ranks second is the biggest loser in the world.
Her logic? You remember the first person to land on the moon, the first president, the first person to climb Mount Everest, blah blah… but you would never know the second.
(I beg to differ though. I’ll come back to that in the end.)
Weirdly, it’s been over a decade and I still remember this particular thing clearly.
Reason?
Because I always used to rank second in my class academically.
I never pushed myself for more. And if I reflect, maybe it was because I was simply too comfortable in where I was.
A very mediocre mindset as a teenager, which reminds me of something Aseem Dhru once wrote about mediocrity: when we get a little success, the mediocre amongst us stop rowing and start coasting.
Now that I’m in my late 20s, I try to push myself harder. I still slip into comfort sometimes, but I consciously remind myself that comfort is the enemy of progress.
Teenage me used to get annoyed at my parents for asking why I couldn’t rank first because I was too comfortable in my second position.
Adult me?
It gets irritated when people try to console me for mediocre performance.
For instance, I’m learning driving right now. I make tens of mistakes on the road, and every time my instructor tries to comfort me by saying I’m doing well, I get uneasy. There’s this disappointment in myself which, oddly enough, helps me improve.
I keep saying,
“No sir, I wasn’t good. I need to work on myself. I need to get better.”
Because earlier, reassurance protected my comfort.
Now, reassurance irritates me because it feels like it interferes with my growth.
When my driving instructor says, “You’re doing fine,” what my brain hears is:
“Stay where you are. This level is acceptable.”
And now…I don’t wanna be just acceptable!! I wanna be good. In fact, I wanna be great.
And this is not self-hatred or insecurity. I’m just trying to create standards for myself while also making sure those standards remain healthy and don’t slip into perfectionism.
It took me a while to understand that this drive, this hunger, is what pushes people out of mediocrity and helps them thrive.
And coming back to the initial point, I believe history rarely remembers people merely because they were “number one.”
It remembers obsession, contribution, persistence, originality, courage, timing, impact.
A lot of “firsts” are forgotten too.
But people who refuse to coast despite comfort?
They usually build lives that feel meaningful to themselves.
And honestly, that matters far more than being remembered by history.