I believe there is a limit in everything we do. There is only so much we can take, to tolerate, to accept from the world. Water heats to a certain extent to let go of its form and turn into steam. Water cools down to a certain extent to turn into ice. When you push circumstances to an extreme, you just cannot expect something to unconditionally stay in form forever. That is the lie of literacy ideology – everything is defined by meanings that are fixed in stone.
There are times in my life where I wait for that limit to show itself. I wonder if I keep going like this every day, will I develop extraordinary time management skills or will I quit? Or am I just being a whinge as this is nowhere close the limit?
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