This coding class is like an extended mountain-climbing trip, but instead of having a single summit to make, they give you a mountain that’s just out of your ability to climb in a day. Then, you camp out near the base of the summit, and the next day, you find out that someone came by to dump dirt on the mountain, adding day or two’s worth of climb onto the top. When you look ahead, you can see tons of people in front of you who are climbing higher and faster, passing the peak you are reaching for, but when you look back, the trail is covered in mist, and you can’t see a single soul behind you.
Luckily, sometimes, when you pause to take a breath, you can see some of the peaks that you’ve summited days or weeks before, but you often don’t have time to pause to take in the view, because you have to keep climbing, keep going, keep pushing forward.
Sisyphus had it easy compared to this. At least he got to go downhill half the time. Yet if anything, it makes me understand The Great Gatsby a bit better:
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.