The great irony of existence is we are our own limiting factor.
Period.
I can choose to do what I want when I want and how I want.
I can choose to do it wisely or foolishly.
I can choose to stay where I am or stretch myself. I can reach for the stars or reach for the bong or beer as I whine about the stars being so out of reach.
And as I do or dont do I can blame the world, my family and society for not allowing me to do what I want, or I can do what I want and all be dammed - including my choice of limits.
The limit is mine.
Most of us choose to limit ourselves and spend our lives discussing those limits, who put them on us and why they are so powerful that they have us limiting ourselves - even when the limiters are gone and the limit merely ghosts in our minds machine. All the while we are creating them, renewing them, giving them power, even as we speak them.
I choose to cast them off. Too often I have fallen prey to myself, too often bought my own line, too often believed in less than, too little and too hard.
I completely control the interaction I have With the universe when it comes to my reaction to all things In the universe, which is itself unlimited and surrounds me with its example.
At the end of all ends I will end up where I end, and all that will matter is what I did on the way there
...and how many limits I overcame.
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Those who reach for the stars have no fear of the night. RNT 1990
Those who reach for the stars have no fear of the night. RNT 1990
