The sea has a bottom,
and mountains have tops.
Rooms have ceilings,
ladders have finite plurality of rungs.

My arms have a span,
my eyesight has a range.
The journey from one point to another
is measured by the distance between.
My desires may be boundless;
realization of them is constrained.

Accepting these truths
is not conceding defeat.

While confined to this body,
best interest is served,
by making peace with
and then thriving within,
the limits of my existence on this Earth.

It sounded warm.

Terrific. like some ancient philosophy for everyday life.