I’ve been thinking lately, about the millions of things I have going on, and the millions of things I want to do. Wondering if I honestly know when to stop. Like yesterday, even though I was going on one whole hour of sleep, when the bebe slept, I KEPT WORKING. I simply couldn’t fathom wasting the time on sleep, especially since there was no guarantee of actual sleep.
Do I know when to call it quits?
What are the true signs of something that just meant to be? Is it when the passion runs out? The momentum? Is it when others tell you to stop? Is it when you hit rock bottom, or just before? Is there anything that has once harbored energy that should ever be stopped?
We like to talk a lot on the subject of confidence, sharing the hopes, encouraging each other on… all very good things, needed things. But do we have the guts to tell someone when they should stop? I’m not talking about how I probably should have taken a nap yesterday, I’m talking about in the world of dreams and hopes.
What is the limit?
What is your limit?
Or can anything that starts with passion ever be squelched? Can it be true that something that moves you so much, something that inspires you can never be ended, even if you quit on it?
Do you create your dreams, or do they live in you as a piece of you, something you could never kill off completely?
Can anything ever stop you from reaching your dreams?