mediocrity and not living-up to the world's standards

There are times in my life where I just feel mediocre. At more intense junctures in my life, it borders on inadequacy and incompetence. When the comparing mind establishes some ideal and then later determines that that ideal has not been met, this is when that feeling arises.

It seems when you are young, it takes less for you to feel satisfied. As you become older, it seems as if the bar by which you are judged, whether solely of the world, a manifestation of your mind, or some combination there-of, is raised. It's no longer enough to just get by. The satisfaction of any sort of accomplishment does not last and it is never good enough. Alas, I am a mediocre adult. There is nothing exceptional about my life aside from the fact that I am alive.

There's never enough money. There's never enough time You're never quite good enough. You make too many mistakes. Your grades are too low. Your relationships are not forever in harmony. Dissatisfaction has been the most consistent theme of my adult life.