During my high school years, our condo’s gym had a pull-up bar. I remember not being able to do even a single pull-up, while my best friend effortlessly completed up to ten.
Around the same time, I became inflexible. Tasks like touching my toes while bending forward or performing a squat without falling backward seemed unattainable.
But by setting a conscious plan, things have changed in the past few years. I can now do pull-ups, a basic squat, and touch my feet. Although my flexibility and range of motion are still limited, I can see a path toward gradually becoming stronger and more flexible.
These modest accomplishments have bought me as much satisfaction as some seemingly more significant achievements. They shifted my mindset about what’s possible. What once seemed impossible during my prime years (and I thought forever) has become achievable.
I know many people who can dive headfirst into a pool or the sea, but I’ve never been able to do so. While this is not an essential skill, I think if I can conquer my fear and gain control over my body to achieve it, I’d feel a similar sense of accomplishment.
Small accomplishments are steps towards bigger dreams.
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