The sky’s the limit.
I’ve never understood that. The sky is not limited at all. The sky is without boundaries heading off into infinity and beyond. I much prefer something with boundaries; not because I fear the infinite but because I need something to push against. I need that resistance and to explore the possibilities of the edges of the space. I need to kick, examine, repair, question, motivate and negotiate with my boundaries. I need to grow.
What if I’ve reached the sky? What happens then? Will I fall?
The sky scares me.