You’re actually not doing badly, and from a certain perspective, that’s a huge understatement. Your life is dazzling and everything around you is going exactly according to plan, according to your plan. You have always been intelligent enough not to leave anything to chance and have set realistic and ambitious goals for yourself. “The sky is the limit” has always been your credo, and thus also your limit, your manageable limit. You have always carefully weighed the dangers and risks, and if you ever fell, there was always a safety net that you created for yourself with well-thought-out risk management. Free fall is not really your thing, just as you have never been attracted to stepping beyond the visible sky into the dark and devouring expanse of space. The laws you can rely on here may not apply there. Your courage and risk-taking have always been calculated. Unbeknownst to you, predictability will turn out to be your greatest weakness.
Your strategy has made you very successful and you have worked hard to gain a lot of recognition. The world, or what you considered to be the world, seemed to be yours, it often appeared subservient to you, and if it was not right away, it was usually only a question of price. Was there something that remained unattained? Something you could not consume? Within your limits, there was almost nothing: “The sky is the limit”.
However, you have never been seriously interested in what lies “beyond”, and so far “beyond” has not been interested in you either. Morbid thoughts had no place in your scheduled life with all its calculated risks. There was no “beyond,” no unpredictability of your possibilities. In your sky-limited world, there is nothing you cannot achieve with strong will and commitment. Your world is not for the weak, for those who do not know where they are going, for those who do not know what they want.
Your future is already prepared like a made tomb. You have created it with hard work, with ambition, with purpose. The plan of your life has worked out, everything that is yet to happen is already a foreseeable realization.
So what is this now? Where do these sudden and brief fragments of thought come from, whispering softly in your ear, spreading through your mind? That strangely attract and excite you to transcend your confinement in the sky and plunge into the darkness and unpredictability of the unfathomable universe?
