Limits

There are things that probably exist that I don’t know about. It seems to bother me that I am so limited in scope, that there are things that could be helpful to know but I’ll probably never know. I can never know enough.

Don’t want to become smug, conceited, too satisfied with myself. Don’t want to think I know all there is to know. Just because I can’t or don’t fathom something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Perhaps some things are impossible for me to know, to comprehend. Impossible.

To think of something that doesn’t exist is like bringing it into existence, even if only conceptually. So if something doesn’t exist, then perhaps I can imagine it, and then it exists in a way. But if I can’t imagine something, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I’m just limited. Limited by my imagination. Limited by my capacity to know and understand. It makes me sad.

But… I can try to do something with what I currently know, and I can expand on that even though I’ll never know it all. Attempt to approach infinity but never reach it, because, by the very definition of infinity, it is impossible to reach… as far as I know, with my limited understanding. Limits can approach infinity but never equal it.

Thinking about the not-so-good things in life (e.g. cancer) and other things, I felt that I’d rather not participate in life, that I would rather observe. But I wonder if I merely observed, if I would want to participate. And so here I am.

And I can try to accept, yet again, that I’ll never know it all. Restricted, confined. But sometimes, being limited can make one more creative.