Apparently as a human person I have these inconveniences referred to as limitations.
Being human is hard. I have never seen a cat get embarrassed about calling someone the wrong name or a bird forget how to file their taxes. Only humans have the deal with that crap.
It’s hard because though we have minds that go infinitely inward, the reality is that we can’t do all that much. Sure, there are those jerks that actually can climb Mount Everest, win Olympic medals or become astrophysicists. But the rest of us? We have to live with limitations.
Limitations can be a blessing. None of us can handle the responsibility that comes with having no limits. Sometimes we have to accept that in exchange for that relief, sometimes we are inconvenienced. We have to get enough sleep. We have to take care of our brains. We have to make sure to manage our moods, we can’t be Superman. But that’s a blessing. We aren’t supposed to be limitless.
Which is why, I don’t understand why we always feel we need to try.
The phrase “ run yourself into the ground” comes to mind. Why? Why do we do that? Where is the pressure coming from? How do we stop it? How bout “run yourself to a gentle and complete stop before resuming at a more realistic pace”? Let’s try and accept our limits. Let’s try and make peace with our capabilities.
And may we never, ever let that stop us from trying to improve.
