I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm not good with limitations. I tend to like to find my own. It hurts sometimes, but it's good. I'm little extreme in that sense - the middle ground is not my forte.
Limitations are inspiring: they lead to thinking, so I don't mind them.
If you accept your limitations you go beyond them.
I think it's important to know your limitations too.
I continuously go further and further learning about my own limitations, my body limitation, psychological limitations. It's a way of life for me.
I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires, rather than in attempting to satisfy them.
I can only see my limitations. That's just who I am.
If you don't understand your limitations you won't achieve much in your life.
Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?
Balancing hopes, desires and an appreciating of the possibilities with a clear-eyed assessment of the limitations: that is the art of choosing.