Saturday, October 23, 2010
To persevere beyond my frustrating limitations (#631)
I can't fly like a bird. I can't read your mind. I can't time travel. I have so many I can'ts that I am frustrated by my inabilities. Does this make me stop? No. The reason why is, it is something that I have come to accept, my own limitations. I know that I am not magical in the sense of being able to defy logic and physics. However, I am not bound to acquiesce in giving up my hopes and dreams of something yet not thought or discovered. As a realist, I am certainly aware of reality and it's properties. As a dreamer, I am certainly also aware of possibilities. I used to have the most outlandish and sensational dream life. Not so much anymore, but I took something from that experience. I used to think that reality was the vessel I needed so that I could live in my dream life. I would wake up from some dreams and actually be exhausted. I would spend my reality resting up so that when I went to sleep I would be well rested and ready for the most imaginative of adventures. This tells a lot about how my nature is. I feed on the concept of no boundaries. My life force is about knowing what I don't know and doing what I can't do. See where the frustration comes in? The punched ticket that is me in this life wants more. I will always want more, and I will never give in to not wanting more. I am also pragmatic in that what I want is not what I necessarily get. This is also how my mind works, if the Universe is an entity then it has a boundary. If so then it is encompassed in something, so what is the Universe within? Crazy but inquisitive. Anyway, life is a gas and I am the luckiest me alive.