“I don’t like limits”
Today I want you to know this book this story for this I write you a very intense part of this book because it is a feeling that in life but even when you learn a martial art can happen to you and I’m sure that if you really committed yourself you felt this feeling of bewilderment.
“I don’t like limits” – Seagull Jonathan
My head is bursting, my brain is broken, so many projects that I want to accomplish and that until recently seemed impossible to me.
I’m exhausted, overwhelmed by everything I’m creating and surrounding me.
I’m in pieces by running, organizing, reviewing, fighting, defending, trying to always do beyond the best, relaunch, challenge.
I feel like a boxer playing on the corner with his arms no longer answering him but that has no desire to let himself be knocked out.
Every now and then I’d like to switch off.
To leave for a while and not hear anyone for days, weeks, maybe months.
Then I think of all the hard work I’ve done, all the shit I’ve had to eat over the years, everything I’ve had to endure, to overcome, first with my heart and soul, that with my mind and I recompose.
I want to test my limits once more.
I realized that if I don’t feel pain it just means I’m too comfortable and I’m sitting down.
Nobody makes me do that.
I just want to die conscious of having reached the highest level I could.
No excuses, nothing to prove, no fingers behind which to hide.
Spitting blood, shrug and starting again.
When I’m too old, when I can’t make it anymore, when all this is over, I want to make sure I haven’t left any stone unturned.
I want to make sure that I have inspired people to go further, never to back down, never to give up.
“Paradise is not a place.
It’s not in space, not even in time. Heaven is being perfect.
You’re a fast-flying man, aren’t you?
You will reach heaven, then, when you have reached the perfect speed.
Which doesn’t mean 1,000 miles per hour, or 1000,000 miles, nor does it mean flying at the speed of light.
Because any number, you see, is a limit, while perfection has no limits.
Perfect speed, my son, it just means being there, being there.”
And so be it.
Il gabbiano Jonathan Livingston
The Seagull Jonathan The Seagull Jonathan The Seagull