If it weren't for the wobble, we wouldn't recognize the value of stillness, that suspension between wobbles.
May be it's a trademark of youth, for better or worse, but I vividly recall the exhilaration of putting myself in both physically and emotionally grueling situations with the belief that they would push me to superhuman capacities. And whether it's because of maturity or simply, finally wising up, I don't do that as haphazardly any more.
Because, contrary to my expectation, it diminished the value of everything I did and it also diminished my capacity for appreciation. I trust the process more now. I trust my own abilities more, my own motivations. And I finally begin to appreciate the value of enjoyment. I would still say that I embrace a stoic philosophy, but one needn't suffer for that balance. The wobbles have value too.