Lesser magicians

I once read a book about an ordinary boy who quickly becomes apparent to his community as a magician. They apprentice him to the village magician, who is ultimately confounded by the young man's inability to perform even the simplest feat of magic he is taught.
As it turns out, by an extraordinary set of events involving invaders from a distant world, the young man learns that he is of a class of magician called greater magicians. Greater magicians perform herculian feats of magic without so much as breaking a sweat. Yet they are as incapable of the lesser type of magic as are the lesser magicians of greater magic.
What's irritating is that he accepts this explanation without questioning it....
But what's even more irritating is that I feel like that sometimes. I feel like i'm waiting for an extraordinary set of events that will show the world my true power. But I am beset with a myriad of lesser issues, and no one can see that I am a greater magician.
Imagine living your whole life like that...

like a tiger in the sky

Dont doubt it. Tigers rule. They play the game magnificantly.

And im but a tiger born too soon, in a mans body. And i play the game magnificently. Watch me devour those who seek power at the expense of those around them. Watch me stare down a mindless army and calmly reveal everything cosmic. Watch me redefine prayer. Watch me steal your heart.