Between A Rock and A Hard Place

What if this is as good as it gets? What if second gear is all this machine, called my life, is able to shift to because the third, fourth and fifth gears are simply not available? What if this is where I'm meant to be? What if my expectations are nothing more than wishful thinking? What if, after all that work, I already did "arrive" and just do not see it that way and thereby effectively blinding me to expect more? What if I have already attained my limits and I am just trying to overextend my reach?

Maybe this is all there is to it.