The weatherman said if we ran outside we’d be able to see the space station in the clear, morning sky.
Tired or not, I love this kinda stuff..so I hauled myself out from under the covers, whipped on my morning coat and shuffled out the door…
…and there it was like a big, bright star smoothly, silently (quickly) slicing through the heavens. I wondered who was up there looking down at the earth- I mean, who are these people?
Are these just extraordinary human beings doing extraordinary things..or regular people like me with bigger dreams, more energy and a higher level of motivation?
I once read a fascinating (and depressing) book called “Hillbilly-Eligy” that had me thinking deeply about “success and failure”- what it actually means and how we as humans are in a constant struggle to break away from the gravitational pull of our own lesser selves.
How is it that a person can tap into the commitment and motivation needed to push him or herself through the long journey to become an astronaut when I struggle just to get myself down the road to the gym?
Is it the magnetism of an amazing goal that helps us break free from our natural, often self-defeating, tendencies? Is it a push from somewhere deep inside? Is it a combination of both?
Is the idea that anything is possible something we are born with that gradually peels away as we begin adopting our own ever growing set of personal limitations?
I have no desire to be an astronaut, but there are some things I would like to do that seem to be perpetually obscured by excuses and a cloud of predetermined failure. I also have to admit, I’ve become comfortable living in that pressure-free zone..
How about you?