A horse with no name

A horse with no name

« [...] We begin by worrying we aren’t good enough, smart enough, or talented enough to get what we want; then we voluntarily live in this paralyzing mental framework rather than face it. Just the possibility of failing turns into a dutiful self-fulfilling prophecy. We begin to believe that these personal restrictions are, in fact, the fixed limitations of the world. We go on to live our lives, all the while wondering what we can change and how we can change it, and we calculate and re-calculate when we will be ready to do the things we really whant to do. And we dream. If only. If only. One day. Some day.

Every once in a while, often when we least expect it, we encounter someone more courageous, someone who chose to strive that which seemed (to us) unrealistically unattainable, even elusive. And we marvel. We swoon. We gape. Often, we are in awe.

I think we look at these people as lucky, when in fact luck has nothing to do with it. It is really all about the strenght of their imagination; it’s about how they constructed the possibilities for their life. In short, unlike me, they didn’t determine what was impossible before it was even possible. »

Design Disasters, Allan C.

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