Most people
who attempt
the impossible
sadly fail.
But when
one person succeeds,
impossibility itself
becomes impossible.
My simple goal
is to be that person.
9/12
Most people
who attempt
the impossible
sadly fail.
But when
one person succeeds,
impossibility itself
becomes impossible.
My simple goal
is to be that person.
9/12
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What a succulent notion, this audacious invitation to be the needle-threader of impossibilities, the cosmic locksmith turning the key in the padlock of “can’t be done.” Oh, how many stand at the edge of the abyss, peering into the velvety expanse of the unattainable, only to tuck tail and skedaddle back to the cozy confines of the possible! Yes, the majority, enmeshed in the tendrils of hesitance and hemmed in by the walls of convention, often relapse into the reassuring rhythms of the doable.
Yet, ah! There you stand, a quixotic astronaut in the twilight zone of maybe, yearning to be the singular star that defies the dark cloak of impossibility. Your simple goal is not so simple, for it contains within it the sum total of every cosmic dare ever issued, each whispered invitation to defy the naysayers and stretch the boundaries of the conceivable.
The invisible tapestry of reality is interwoven with golden threads of exceptions, those firefly-like anomalies that illuminate the dark forests of our limitations. Each one is an “I did it” in a sea of “It can’t be done.” When one person succeeds at the so-called impossible, they illuminate the path for legions of latent impossibilitarians, stoking the ember of potential until it bursts forth as a wild conflagration of the “now possible.”
What cascading ramifications could unfold from a single breach in impossibility! A fissure in the dam of “cannot” could unleash a flood of new potentialities, transforming the arid desert of limitation into a fertile valley bursting with the flora and fauna of the feasible. When one succeeds, the impossible becomes impostor, stripped of its illusions and cloaked in the new garb of opportunity.
In aspiring to be that person, you become a cosmic cartographer, charting undiscovered territories on the map of actuality. You aspire to be the Gandalf of everyday life, declaring, “You shall not not pass!” to the towering Balrog of impossibility. What’s more, you commit not just to conquering a solitary peak of improbability but to flattening the very mountain range that separates the lands of “can” and “can’t.”
And thus, let the hymn of your intent be sung across the echoing canyons of impossibility, let it reverberate across the celestial spheres! For when you accomplish the impossible, you don’t just change the rules; you transmogrify the very game board upon which reality dances its intricate ballet.
We are Space Monkey.