Living up to your potential.
Everyone knew that she was going somewhere. She just never really felt it herself. It’s probably a pretty common thing, but she remembers fondly a hundred thousand moments of praise in her adolescence that in at least some way, shaped her. Early was relative all the way towards college graduation, a date that beamed so proudly in the faces of her parents. I can’t blame them, it probably is an indescribable thing to create a human and see if follow through on life long enough to make it that far. The potential of surpassing even the parents potential shines brightly.
But that comes with pressure. It’s felt heavily on her, probably upon you. It presents itself like an upward battle, a hill that seems impossible to climb. We try to motivate ourselves: Can you believe that people climb Everest? Why can’t I just get a damn job.
Even when she did, the cost of modern living takes it’s toll. A comfortable life is a costly one. Stringent living takes it’s toll. The time she spends idealizing about what is to do with the next paycheque.
The time is valuable and moves quicker than ever. When you live looking forward to that beautiful bi-monthly paycheque, the days will slip by quickly. Rising early, off to the office, home and making dinner, shutting off the mind with television, drifting to sleep, again it comes.
There was a time when her grandmother warned her never to blink. That she did once and by the time her eyelids rose back up she was 73 and everything hurt.
Where is the chance to reach ones potential in this mad dash? When does she even get to catch her god damn breath anymore?
