In some ways, we define things by their potential.
A child who can read and write at a level beyond that of their peers could be “the next Stephen King”. One who can do math could be “the next Ada Lovelace”.
Nobody is shoveling pure saffron down their gullets. Saffron is expensive because of how delicious it is when combined with other ingredients to make a meal.
We wake up on the weekend excited by the potential that lies within a day free of commitment. Alternatively, we wake up on the weekday with enthusiasm dampened by the lack of free space, the canvas of the day already filled in with obligations.