One has to be willing to be thrown out. Tossed out, ejected, bucked off, asked to leave, forced to alter directions. How else does one know he’s reached a limit?
If you don’t bump up against something – hopefully more softly than hard – you’ll never know if you’ve gone all the way, reached as far as you can reach.
Until you push the limit, you can’t know where it is. If you’re really good, you can sense the limit just before touching it – like a calculus function approaching infinitely close but never quite merging. Pushing the boundaries to know where they stop.
Of course, all this takes courage, humility and strength. The boldness to begin. The self-confidence to be embarrassed, and laugh.
And all of this is infinitely worthwhile.