Remember how sometimes you have done something truly amazing…have been brave, achieved something you never thought, you’d be able to, crossed the river, jumped off the cliff…and then you stand there, full of pride that you met the challenge, your heart still beats fast, pulse still throbbing through the veins, you experience overwhelming thrill from your accomplishment…and then you see the others did it before you…and you stop in disbelief and suddenly the veil of reality is opened and you realise that what you saw as a cliff was just a pavement…and people step off it in a daily routine…and your bubble burst…
Hello???!!! Am I the only one who has difficulties with the scale of the things??? Am I the one who THINK I’m brave, but in reality I’m just a piglet, a Very Little Animal? Am I the only one who cannot see how pitiful my leaps of risks are?..
I haven’t got a problem with this, I just want to know the truth…am I truly brave and adventurous or am I only challenged by the hills of my imagination?...
And let’s cut out all the crap about “personal mountains for each individual”…when the real people do the real things, everybody recognise it.
Think with me along this line: we all have got certain personal limits, a line that we have to make an effort to cross. And this is fine that we consider it an achievement when we do cross…because from our point of view we’ve done something more then we usually do. And it is okay to feel good and to be proud of self…But are we justified to expect others to acknowledge such very personal achievement? What was so hard for me, might be a matter of daily routine for somebody else…
Gee, I’ve spend so much time feeling excited for doing things the others feel casual! Rejecting attempts of my friends to burst my bubble of self illusion…you were right and all my jumping off the cliffs is just a pretence…a self-delusion…I am not brave, nor adventurous. I hide my practical sense inside emotional reasoning…I guess, because it’s easier this way…it easier to make up challenge and then overcome it because we know our limits and build our mountains in surmountable size…
Hello???!!! Am I the only one who has difficulties with the scale of the things??? Am I the one who THINK I’m brave, but in reality I’m just a piglet, a Very Little Animal? Am I the only one who cannot see how pitiful my leaps of risks are?..
I haven’t got a problem with this, I just want to know the truth…am I truly brave and adventurous or am I only challenged by the hills of my imagination?...
And let’s cut out all the crap about “personal mountains for each individual”…when the real people do the real things, everybody recognise it.
Think with me along this line: we all have got certain personal limits, a line that we have to make an effort to cross. And this is fine that we consider it an achievement when we do cross…because from our point of view we’ve done something more then we usually do. And it is okay to feel good and to be proud of self…But are we justified to expect others to acknowledge such very personal achievement? What was so hard for me, might be a matter of daily routine for somebody else…
Gee, I’ve spend so much time feeling excited for doing things the others feel casual! Rejecting attempts of my friends to burst my bubble of self illusion…you were right and all my jumping off the cliffs is just a pretence…a self-delusion…I am not brave, nor adventurous. I hide my practical sense inside emotional reasoning…I guess, because it’s easier this way…it easier to make up challenge and then overcome it because we know our limits and build our mountains in surmountable size…