I once read that doing “extreme” sports doesn’t actually confer any qualities to other parts of our lives (e.g. bungee-jumping won’t make you feel more confident on dates).
But, you know, driving is making me believe that’s not true: Learning to do this dreaded thing””even starting to have fun at it””is a real confidence-booster. What else might I be able to do? I’ll be driving that car around like I’ve got a bloody dragon’s heid in the boot!
I still have a lot to learn, but that nightmare of suddenly appearing in the driver’s seat of a car on the motorway… it doesn’t apply anymore (even though I haven’t dealt with those lessons yet).
Perhaps the oracle at Delphi was wrong. Perhaps knowing ourselves just chains us to a past description””a story””of who we’ve been, and blinds us to our potential.
Un-know thyself!