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PAST-POINTING


At a point, you just don’t care. Well, let me re-phrase…it’s not that you don’t care, but you’ve actually reached the end of your rope and can go no further.
The phenomenon of past-pointing: It seems like you’re reaching far beyond your original/intended objective- and not in a good way, mind you.
Pathological? Maybe not.
What I however know is this- at that point, take a deep breath, pause if you wish/must…but don’t stop. You just might hit the target…you just might.

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