The limit is the border, the line of tolerable endurance, than it is worth.
was always limit the time that he forgot why he was doing, the short point where he realizes that he felt no longing for what was to be achieved, but despair that ended the slaughter. That's where everything stops and just released, and no speech, no more fighting, no pushing.
The limit is always the abandonment of desire, and takes no more than a second to realize and between one breath and everything changes, everything feels different, everything tastes different. Some believe that is very tolerant, very Luchon, who can not admit when exceeded its limit. But in the end, even though achieving the objective, never gives the same satisfaction, never know victory, knows a loss, sacrifice, tastes like sand in the mouth.
Sometimes you have no choice, sometimes you have to ignore the limit and keep pulling, as long as it takes to achieve something that simply can not miss. But be careful because if you exceed the limit many times, this does not delete, or move, do not you become stronger and more tolerant, not create more capacity, you'll just lose the desire.
Desire is everything. Without it we are lost in a world of struggle and sacrifice, without it we are simply drifting on the whims of others, what they want from us, what they expect from us, what they need from us. We lost to follow the path that is that we displayed.
When we distinguish the boundary we hold most strongly, it seems that we have character, we are strong and steadfast, we are truly worthy of admiration. But the truth is that we are myopic in our future, we are sad ghosts that constantly push.
The truly admirable is to recognize when enough is enough, when you're about to lose the desire, when you begin to forget who knows what they want to achieve, when you stop fantasizing that you do with your reward and just right because you still do not know otherwise, when you are the echo of a discruso said a thousand times.
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