limit

even if i keep on returning here to meet myself i think there is nothing more to be met, as if i had stopped trying to grasp anything higher than what i am capable of, this state of complacence (?) settling within. already i can see myself atrophied, my mind my soul suspended permanently unable to move to swim against my own attachments to persons, ideas, and ideals. all self inflicted.

tolstoy says (or was it rand? or some other…), that humans differ from animals in their inability to recognize their own limits. that the predator stops hunting when he catches a prey. the other prey(s?) shall stop running, knowing that the predator has reached its limit. there is no cause for fear. and so is everything else on this earth. everything acts within its proportion, in accordance to their natural laws. but man, given his so called akal (reasoning) sometimes reasons himself to be limitless and acts outside of his limits, and so he hoards out of greed, become miserly and continue to devour in order to be satiated, but find himself never satisfied, so he continues to expand more and more oppressing others and such. or such that he sets himself out so low, believing himself incapable of movement except to crawl over others creeping on the shadows of yesterday never actually attaining anything but the worsening, degradation of the self.

sah bukan rand ni.

going off into tangents already.

to be limitless, to feel limited, or to recognize and act within one’s own limit.

goodnight.

goal; one book every two/three days.
(is that within my limit?)