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The Story of the Star Thrower

Early one morning, as the sun was rising in the sky, an old man went for a walk along a beach. As he walked, he noticed a young boy in the distance. He saw the boy pick something up from the sand and throw it into the sea.
The boy walked a few steps and then picked something else up and tossed it into the sea. The old man was curious. He made his way over to the boy, “Can I ask what you are doing?” he said. “I’m throwing the starfish into the sea,” replied the boy.
The old man looked puzzled, “Why would you do that?” he said. “Because the tide is going out and the sun is coming up,” explained the boy. “Soon it will be too hot on the sand and the starfish will dry out.”
The man threw his head back and laughed, “But the beach goes on for miles and miles. There are thousands of starfish stranded here. You will never be able to make a difference!”
The boy gently picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea. As it splashed into the cool water, he turned to the man and said, “I made a difference to that one.”

I admire your devotion to echinoderms, but what if you substitute cockroaches in that story?

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I suspect it wasn't really about starfish

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Nor was it about cockroaches.

But it does matter a little what you choose to save.

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The point is that you don't need to make a huge cosmic difference to have made a difference. Why should someone feel bad about having limits?

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Limits I accept.

Low limits I'd rather not.

Stupid problem is knowing where each is.

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Whatever your limits are is what they are. How does not accepting them help you? That just seems like living in a delusional state.

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The only way we come to know our limits is by not accepting them.

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Not imposing false limitations on yourself is not the same as not accepting true limitations once they're discovered.

boomers suck

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And are largely mediocre.

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