When I picked up the keyboard today I initially wanted to talk about how life happens to us, how we don’t get to decide in which adventures we’ll be in. We’ll lose at some games, win at others.
But then, I also thought about what makes us feel miserable when we feel we’re a square trying to look like a circle. When we feel that our obligations, our duties, surpass our skills.
What’s the definition of “Enough”, afterall, if there can always be something better?
How can we even do enough work, when we’re sure we can improve it further?
Then I wanted to talk about the invisible struggles and how many of the successes we see around us hide all the struggles behind a wall, in rooms we don’t have access to.
All the initial tension, the doubts, the questions, the fears. All hidden from plain sight. All managed and controlled, but invisible to the public.
In the end it’s hard for me to draw a line. Life is a mix of all these things. The complexity of our fears and thoughts, the opportunity we get along the way, and this dichotomy of the inside vs the outside.
Come on, give me the chills 