Latching onto mediocrity prevents personal growth. This may pertain to simple, pragmatic manifestations (stagnating at a mediocre job), but there may be other, deeper obstructions as well (holding oneself to a merely passable work ethic).
I am torn between energy and synergy, straining at the rims of social acceptability, but finding comfort in their elasticity. I bounce back into the safety zone, plastic symbiosis. But kinesis propels me back to the edge, and one day I hope I bust out: shattering the tops of my own expectations like the elevator at the end of the original Willy Wonka movie.