Hey, Roger! Cue up the sappy, introspective, musical montage soundtrack now, will ya?

When I dare to dream big, I start running up against this limiting factor and thoughts of my own inadequacies, potentials, abilities. It feels like there’s a ceiling there sometimes, you know? Like I can only do so much.

But I’ll be damned if I know how much that is just yet. Because whenever I get brave and push up against that ceiling, it moves. Maybe just a little tiny bit. But it always moves.

Probably there’s no ceiling there at all. It’s just some gossamer, artificial thing I manufactured to act as my excuse factory. If there’s a ceiling there, even one of my own creation, somehow “I can’t,” “I’m only human,” and “I don’t know” become valid excuses.

But they’re not.

The interesting thing is, I’ve never failed at anything in life. But I have given up. And those are two vastly different things with a similar result.

What if we’re all Supermen? What if we can do everything we think we can, even those magnificent things that frighten us by their very scope?

Getting up, eating our Wheaties and going to work, we’re not often pressed in such a way that we find out who we really are. Or to move through that non-existent ceiling.

Probably the only difference between us and Superman is that he was pressed one day, and he found out.

And having found out, he went on to live accordingly.