There is only one ceiling in life, which is self-limitation.

Using one’s limited cognition to bind oneself infinitely, constantly labeling oneself with various tags. Such as I am a procrastinator, emotionally unstable, have low emotional intelligence, don’t know how to interact with the opposite sex, don’t understand social cues, lack willpower, suffer from procrastination, and so on.

Then, in ideology, one repeatedly lashes out at oneself, while in reality, one repeatedly indulges oneself.

And yet, this is beautified with names like, it can’t be helped, I’ve tried my best, I just can’t do it.

Everyone’s growth follows a certain trajectory and bears various karmas from their original family. Throughout our lives, we are merely trying to break open the shell that originally trapped us.

This shell may be material, cognitive, or habitual.

If we do not strive to expand this space for self-survival, then all the sunlight and rain of life cannot come in. No matter how much others want to give, what is received is very little.