For every push you feel compelled to make, you’ll encounter a pull in the opposite direction.
You want to run a marathon. The voice in your head says running 26 miles is horrible for your joints.
You’d like to read a few more books, maybe make it a habit. All of the sudden you’re knee-deep in think pieces proclaiming the end of the written word.
You’re interested in lifting weights to build strength and bone density. Ah, but that’s not for people like you, right?
For every push, a pull.
For every desire, a resistance.
For every new chapter, a voice that wants to tug us back into the past.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Who do you think you are?”
That last one is the killer. That’s the one that always gets me. “Who do you think you are?”
I hear it, but I don’t have to listen.
For every push, a pull. We keep pushing.