It not only keeps us going, but the underlying urges, desires, and emotions push us on to advance beyond everything we’ve ever done. We accomplish something and we’re not satisfied. We achieve more than ever before, and our expectations still are not quenched.
We are young. We have never done it before. Why do we imagine that we can succeed in this way? We can’t point to past achievements. We’ve never done it! All we can do is say “I will overcome”. And we will. So when something doesn’t go our way, we push forward. We strive ahead. We will not let it take us down.
That’s what keeps us always straining forward.
I have pushed so far forward, attempted to gain so much ground, and become something I never expected I could only to realize that’s still not enough. I find even though I’ve done so much, it’s not adequate because something holds me back. I can’t attain what I wanted. I still believe I can, but a voice tells me “that’s not possible”.
So what’s a person to do?
Don’t believe: “I can’t”. “I don’t care what others say, I will conquer. I will get the results I want. It is possible. It will happen.” These emotions — and more — weigh me down daily. Likely you, too. They are with us when we wake, follow us around as we walk, are our constant companion at work, and bedside at night.
I’m not sure how others do this. Wake up, strive for something you’ve never thought possible — but now do — and while facing your fears, are doubted and aren’t selected for the all star team (baseball, soccer, basketball — what have you). It’s tough. It’s not only disappointing, but reinforces imposter syndrome and self-doubt.
But when I sit back, I realize I’m mostly with people out of my league. They’ve all done it before. They’ve already got the championship rings, the glory, the crowns. So no wonder why I’m not hitting those high notes when I’ve never been there and others have. I’m just coming up now. I’m advancing and catching up quickly.
But is that supposed to make it “okay”? Is that supposed to ease my pain? Who has ever been comforted by that? Who has ever said, “oh, okay. You’re right. I’m out of my league so I’ll just let that subside. I’m just not there yet”. I’m guessing no one. How are we supposed to interlude contentment? We thirst for more and always will continue to do so. It’s never enough.