Greatness...

I was watching the British Open earlier today as Tiger Woods was getting ready to wrap up his 10th major title, all of which he's won prior to turning 30. As the announcers took turns praising him while he was preparing for his various shots, I couldn't help but feel so unaccomplished compared to him. Granted, there are few people in the history of sport that have been able to dominate the way he has at such a young age.
However, in watching him walk towards history, I started thinking how he got there and what differentiates him from underachievers like myself. Now don't get me wrong, I haven't completely written myself off...yet. And I determined that I a lack what Tiger has in excess which is a singular drive to be the absolute best golfer the world has ever known.
Since he was a toddler he knew that he wanted to play golf and would eventually set his sights on Jack Nicklaus. It was only fitting that he picked the Golden Bear to not only emulate and aspire to but to one day overtake him therefore securing his own legacy.
That's the one thing I would agree with my mother about. Amongst the many criticisms she has peppered me with recently, I have to say that I haven't been the most driven person and I think that is what has caused me to be in the predicament I now find myself. I've always had numerous aspirations for myself and have dreamed of great things to happen to me. And therein lies the problem. I've been too content to let things happen instead of making things happen.
Now that I have been able to admit that as I struggle to get myself back on my feet, I do sense a new hunger to excel that I haven't had in quite some time. I'm not saying I'm going to reach the heights that Tiger has but I have made up my mind that I will die trying to. I've gone through too much to settle for anything less than to reach for greatness and to forge a legacy that I know I am capable of.