Quill and inkwell Ink Spill

Occasional thoughts of a homosapien

Ink Spill #40

Tip-toeing across the fences of our limiting beliefs.


You carry ten stones, another man carries a hundred.

All your life you only tried carrying ten stones.

When you’re asked why don’t you carry a hundred? you say I can only carry ten. I’ve never seen myself carry a hundred. I see no sign of me being able to carry more. So let me stick to the ten stones.


In life, we believe that there are things that we cannot do.

You believe that you know your capabilities and you know your limits.

But it’s only when you suspend that belief, the belief that you actually know what your limits are, that is when you know that the fences you’ve made were not where your boundaries were.

The fences were too close to home and your boundaries were way beyond the horizon where your eyes couldn’t see.