eve-ry-thing:
- every thing or particular of an aggregate or total; all
- something extremely important
lim-it:
- the final, utmost, or furthest boundary or point as to extent
- a boundary or bound
What
a fucking way to think eh? Could it be an excuse? Well, I can't go
any further... I've reached my limit. After all, everything has its
limits! Who said so? Who sat there and said... hmmm... lets make
everything limited. I don't fucking think so.
For
one thing, my thoughts aren't limited. So immediately that phrase
falls flat on its face. Oh no! My thoughts have been limited... what
am I to do!? Precisely. It's complete bollocks.
All
you have to do is open your mind, and you can do anything. The only
person holding you back is you. Forget all that stuff you've
been force fed and start to believe in yourself. If you have a dream,
do something about it. Don't just sit there subjecting yourself to
the free-flow of excuses that pop up and occupy your mind. Try this,
as soon as a negative or 'limiting' thought comes to mind, do the
exact opposite... straight away! For example, you want to paint a
picture but your brain tells you that you can't be bothered and you'd
rather sit on the sofa watching TV. Fuck that shit!! Get up, grab
those paints and that canvas you got 3 months ago and just get on
with it. The more you do this the easier it gets. I've been employing
it for the last few months and it's starting to become second nature.
IE:
My
initial thought: I think I'll go for a bike ride
My
lazy/limited mind: No you don't, sit down and put your feet up
My
'fuck that shit' thought: Fuck you! No, I'm going for a bike ride
NOW!!
...and
before I know it I'm on my bike, feeling a hell of a lot better. I
don't know what it is about modern man, but it seems that the general
population is all too happy sitting around and accepting things as
they are. Or are they? People seem to have strong ideas and beliefs
about something, but don't act on it? Why? What's the one thing you
want to do before you die? Well?? I bet you haven't even started it
yet, or you find an excuse not to do it, or you're putting it off
until next year. Sorry, but you'll get to 87 on your death bed
wondering 'Why the hell didn't I just get on with it 50 years ago?
Fuck. Now I'm too old and I'm going to die.'
Fuck. That. Shit.
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