Perhaps. Personally, I never accepted limitations. My observation is the current generation, my daughter included (especially), finds excuses to live in a slot. I never could. My life almost slipped away too many times, starting with one cold October night on a mountain at the age of nineteen. I learned early on life is too short and precious to hobble myself with boundaries.
How many rifles have I built? Only this one. How many mentors showed me how to do it? Zero. Well, one if the internet counts. Tonight my ten year-old grandson saw that rifle for the first time. I took it with me for dinner at their place to show his dad. Parker's eyes popped. "Papa, that is a beautiful gun! You made that?" After I'm long gone and he is also old and gray, he will remember tonight. Hopefully, it will have inspired him to achieve. That would be my most significant achievement.
But that's just how I am. Be who you are. Or maybe be more than you think you are?