Its always the one question that keeps bothering me all the time. Every now and then, a new format, a new situation, a new angle or a new perspective to ask the same thing .
Standing in the boulevard I see a bird leaving its nest, somehow it motivates me, to look up to the challenges , of the world outside.To get out there searching for food(necessities), to get out there facing the real world hardships, to face fear and pain, to understand that it is the insects that I feed on, not the lion.Basically, to understand that I do have limits. I see the question asked yet again: What are those? What are those limits that I have.
Is it in the skill that I posses to write a piece of code? Or is it in the ability to tackle the tester that claims to find a bug? Is it in the ability to play music, or may be the ability to go to the astral dimension once I hear a musical masterpiece?
Is it the lack of confidence that keeps me doubting the quality of whatever I do? Is it the fear of missing out that drives me into gatherings where I am not even comfortable?
Whenever I come across this state of mind, the only thing that comes to my mind is this lovely quote:
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
-Albus Dumbledore, from Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets
Yes its true that I don’t know what all can I do. But,I shall never chose to say no to a question that says – “Can you do it”? May be I can’t but there nothing but failure that could determine that. And in case if you don’t know that I fail only when I quit, that hasn’t been the case so far.
Staying up late this night, revisiting a habit to find optimism by my own writings, here I am – Ready to face whatever life has to offer.
Time for another extract:
I swear I’ll take it one step at a time
I maybe two miles outta line
I take the trash out of my mind
I do it one day at a time
TVF Pitchers OST – “One Step At A Time”
I don’t know if I could have a great end to the story of life, but I am toiling hard to create plenty of fabulous beginnings.