Thursday, July 19, 2012
It's a fact that I'm reminded of from time to time. Sometimes the reminder takes the form of a fall in the subway or getting cancer, but this one was more subtle.
The reminder came at dawn one morning. I had just put in a full day at work and came home to full day there. I stayed up late, working on things until I couldn't possibly do more. I kept pushing myself a little further. Finally, I looked in the mirror and there were two dark lines underscoring my eyes. I ignored it and went to bed. I thought that I could get two hours in and be fresh as a daisy the next (or rather... later... that) day.
When I groggily pulled myself from bed, my body was sore and achy. I was still tired and the deep lines on my face only looked deeper. It's those little moments, as the early morning light pours through the windows and on to your face that things become clear. These were the consequences. I'm not 19 years old anymore, pulling all-nighters. I have limits to what I can do.
Even though my desire to achieve things is certainly great, I have to realize and remember that I'm only human. I can only do so much. As much as I would like to toss the entire bag of pebbles into the proverbial lake, they must be done one at a time. The journey has to be taken one human step at a time.