Talent is,in absolution, completely relative.With every going day, I care all the more less about my grammar and structure. One could bask in all the glory of being considered good by the few people around you, but only to be thrown into the deepest abyss of self criticism caused by spending unknown hours on the internet hunting everything random under the sun , only to find across hundreds of brilliant and beautiful people out there being much better at what you thought was your cup of tea. Just goes to prove that life could have been much more simpler without the internet, or even a bad bandwidth...the antique dial-up of post gone India could have been good enough. Life can be a bitch to optimistic people. Living all their life believing to be good only to be convinced, on the last day of their lives that they weren't any more better than the man down the street, whom you thought to be a smart ass. It doesn't matter if you are a smart-ass, at the end of the day, you are still an ass. Pessimistic people die happy. To them, the feeling of meeting death is just similar to a 5 year old kid who just got handed his long awaited present. They wait for death all their lives, it must surely be the most awaited moment of their lives. "Har ass b-aas martha hai" is a great hindi line(baas is a hindi word meaning baas).
Everybody, at one point says "everydog has its day", but nobody seems to know how many days the dog might actually end up having. And some actually try so hard that you are absolutely convinced that the dogs are now just trying to stretch the limits. Also, its good when the dog has its day, but it is an absolute pain in the ass when the dog has its day everyday. Then the dog, and the person being the dog, are just being a smart-ass.