The things we perceive as hard, are not always hard. I came to know this the hard way. Perhaps at some point it's important for us to realize what we really are capable of. But we don't really know it until we feel it as deeply as the sea. We think low of ourselves, of our capabilities, we expect low and keep lying to our souls of all the good and all the harm we could possibly do. Human mind is a mysterious thing I say. We dream of butterflies and rainbows and of monsters and zombies, of unbounded light or endless darkness. We inspire happiness at dusk and we find sorrow in daybreak. We play with those shadows as if they are puppets on strings. We control, we obey, we commit and we deny.
'I know myself.',' No one can know you better than I do.', are the things we say to ourselves and our loved ones, but are we really capable of knowing a soul to it's utmost potential, to know the mind and soul of even our own to it's fullness? Perhaps yes or perhaps no.
When I was at the age of around six, I learned a three page long poem in two nights because I thought it was necessary, because then I didn't understand what my memory was capable of. But then the hard thing happened- I grew up. I learned my strengths and mostly my limitations. I understood what I was incapacitated of doing and well, avoided what I was proficient to. So then even the little paragraphs I had to learn were a burden. I cursed myself for my inability so yes the hard part just became harder. Like I said, human brain, is indeed a mysterious thing but that doesn't mean we don't hold the strings to it. So as a piece of advice, don't let go of the strings, hold them like your world depends on it because it does. Hold the strings towards the light, no matter how magnetising the darkness is. Because in the end, deep deep down our minds and souls, we all know what we are truly capable of.