Imagine someone with aspirations of being a singer. After getting some headway into it — suddenly, throat cancer! Luckily it was caught early, hooray! However, despite still being able to talk, she will never ever get to sing, her dream has been killed.
Obviously this one’s “situation in life” (whatever you want to call it) isn’t so dramatic. In ma’hab’s case it’s more like several dozen bricks, each not all that serious, have been assembled into a brick wall this one doesn’t know how to climb or break through that keeps this one from ma’hab’s various dreams.
Sure, ma’habocath can survive as this one is now which is worlds more than many can say, but until this one knows how to deal with the wall, ma’hab doesn’t know how to thrive. To achieve. To have purpose. To live as opposed to merely exist and nothing more.