“The sky is the limit” sounds wonderful in motivational talks. But most of us know– life has limits. And sooner or later, we will run into them. And when that moment comes, it’s nearly impossible for anyone to push us beyond.
Growing up, I dreamed of being six feet tall, a childhood aspiration. However, by eighteen, I knew I had missed that window. Just as I accepted the fact that I won’t be the top student in the class. Did I become more realistic? Perhaps.
The point is boundaries are real: whether our genetic disposition or circumstantial factors like gravity or time. Still, I redirected my energy toward what I could shape– work harder, earn more, provide better comfort for my family.
While I trained for marathons, one question loomed large perennially: what was my goal for the race? The answer dictated everything else–my race pace, my training, and my discipline for the year. It could not have happened without knowing my limits.
How does it feel when you reached your limit?
Running with Buddha 