There were a handful of situations in my life where I really tried to be a hero and fight through it all, but ultimately failed. Nothing tells you quite as much about yourself as to find your hard limits despite best efforts. It fortifies your sense of reality and you are undeniably confronted with the mechanics of cause and effect.
I am no John McTough and these are no war stories. Nevertheless, these experiences at their respective times defined the boundaries of and are thus among the most intimate of my life.
They are intimate, because they reflect truths about my self that can not be denied. When you know that you tried your best, you can not lie to yourself by saying you could have, if you had really tried. Because you really did try.
This definitive and disillusioning quality of limits is also the one that brings peace to your mind. It is an experience of absolute truth at the time and shuts down all ego-preserving attempts to rationalize or relativize. It gives you the gift of finally being able to feel yourself without running away and puts a dark and calming cloak over your senses. The ultimate bullshit-breaker.
Ironically, thus, this admission of defeat also provides you with confidence.
You do not have to read all these stories. Choose the ones you find interesting. If you have a moment, please share one of your stories as well.
Anyway, here goes.