How can someone achieve their potential? What does it even mean to do so? Is potential something fixed, a ceiling we can't get past? A limit to where we can take ourselves? Does it exist in the background, like a tank, ready for us to fill up through our sweat and tears?
Potential for me, is unknowable, if it even exists at all. How can we know what our limits are? How can we know that point upon which we can go no further? Where is the line that the gods hath drawn?
In one sense, unknowable truths aren't worth wasting our time on. If we can't ever grasp the thing in its entirety, why bother with it at all?
But despite this, or maybe because of this, unknowable truths are alluring. All the big questions have that sense of being unknowable. What is my potential? What am I here for? Why am I here? How am I here?
These questions burn deep within us. They stir the romantic in us. These questions seem folly to pursue, yet they are the essence of being human. What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, know more.
And so we're left with a conundrum. We'll never fully know the answer to these questions, but they call from within us. It's for us to decide how far down the rabbit hole we go. What will we learn as we go? That's for future us to find out.
Potential is one of the many questions of life. I know I'll never find out exactly the specifics of mine, I'll never be able to hold it and put it in a box, and say "that's it". But like a voyager on a discovery, I can seek out more of it. And I know from experience, that when I do find it's limits, I know that I have not.