We claw at the walls of the hole, till our fingers are bloody, knowing we won’t achieve much. However, with enough time and effort, those scrapes will become the footholds for future generations to climb that much higher out of hell. Just as we stand braced by the effort of our ancestors.
It’s not an easy climb, but each attempt makes the next one that bit easier.
The goal isn’t to get out, just improving things is a win. Even when we backslide, reclimbing an existing path, or forging a new one, based on the lessons of a failed path is an improvement.
We claw at the walls of the hole, till our fingers are bloody, knowing we won’t achieve much. However, with enough time and effort, those scrapes will become the footholds for future generations to climb that much higher out of hell. Just as we stand braced by the effort of our ancestors.
It’s not an easy climb, but each attempt makes the next one that bit easier.
But we’re never getting out of this hole
The goal isn’t to get out, just improving things is a win. Even when we backslide, reclimbing an existing path, or forging a new one, based on the lessons of a failed path is an improvement.
Yeah but we’re still gonna be in a hole
Oh wait, I get it, being human is the hole
Each step up is still an improvement, in absolute terms. Most of human development has been finding out how to move up the hole.
I’m happy if I can leave things for our children even slightly better than we received it. It’s the ultimate relay race.
“One day this hole will be yours. Don’t even think of getting out.”
Welcome to life. I can’t get you out of it, all I can do is make it that bit better, in the hope that you can build on that further.
“Here’s an impossible task you’re forced to do. You’re welcome!”