Can you accept mediocrity in children?

I have a childhood friend whose dad is a postdoctoral researcher.

Back then, being a PhD was like walking with a glowing LED light—shining everywhere you went.

His dad started a pretty big company himself and pushed him hard.

Unfortunately, my friend is just average in talent, with a slightly weaker foundation.

Since elementary school, he’s been into piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and photography—really impressive.

Finally, he barely got into a third-tier university.

He was in his senior year when his dad lost the entire family business playing mahjong.

We went back to see him, intending to give some advice.

But he looked absolutely radiant!

I've known him for so many years, and I’ve never seen him so spirited.

He said: Haha, finally proving that I’m not a spendthrift! Hahaha!

Saying that really gave him a sense of sweet revenge.

Recently, I saw him, and he’s completely become an ordinary middle-aged man, happily riding a small electric scooter with his dad to get a senior traffic permit or something.

They actually look very alike—both white and chubby, like two glutinous rice balls bouncing on the scooter, which is quite funny.

So, whether you can accept mediocrity in children is really not something you can decide; heaven has plenty of ways to make you accept it.