Several months ago my youngest granddaughter, who was still three at the time, announced with gusto, “Impossible isn’t real!” I no longer remember what led to her proclamation, but she was insistent then and continues to dismiss the notion that anything is outside the realm of possibility. I agree with her.
I passed the half-century mark a handful of years ago. Today’s world would dazzle (and in some ways, sicken) people from that time, especially if they were suddenly plopped into 2016 rather than having traveled here a day at a time and eased into the changes. If we went back and described life today to a level-headed regular guy from 1961, he’d look at us like we were delusional. We’d tell him we have fully portable devices that allow us to not only make phone calls, but take pics and instantly share them with anyone (or everyone!), type and send messages to one another, shop for anything we want/need, do research, and interact with people we’ve never met and likely never will. We’d add that we’ve also elected a black man to be our President, have interactive real-time maps on the dashboards of our cars, and no longer need to buy bulky and quickly outdated sets of encyclopedias to help our kids succeed in school. “Whaaat?” the level-headed regular guy would say as he backed away from us so as not to catch whatever cootie we obviously suffer from that has us talking such fever-induced nonsense.
“Swear to blog,” we’d answer and he’d back away a little more. If we really wanted to rattle his cage, we’d tell him about bottled water, cable TV, and subscription radio. He’d run. Fast.
But here’s the thing. All of that, as well as everything our level-headed buddy accepts as normal, have one thing in common. Before they manifested, someone imagined them. Some daydreaming sort whose friends thought he was nice enough but a little flighty couldn’t get an idea out of his head. Instead, he continually focused on it, imagined every little detail, incubated it, and got himself all sorts of worked up over the possibility. In time, he birthed his baby and went from flighty daydreamer to visionary genius.
Impossible isn’t real.
If that’s true—and really, we all know it is—then it spurs a question. What do you want? What no holds barred, nothing is off limits, people-will-surely-think-I’m-crazy-if-I-say-it-aloud do you want? Because whatever it is, you can have it. You can have, be, or do anything. Absofreakinglutely anything. You don’t have to be rich, thin, beautiful, multilingual, or highly educated for this truth to apply to you. It’s an equal opportunity truth. A law. It requires just one thing from you to get the process started. You must decide what it is you want. That sounds easy enough, right?
Try something for me, will you? Make a quick list of all the things you’ve thought or said you wanted. Chop, chop. Get to it. No, wait. I’m just messing with you. Don’t make that list. It could take you days, weeks, months, or maybe even years to write down everything you’ve ever wanted. Hell, it’d take a while to fully catalog your wishes from just today, let alone from your whole life. Don’t think so? Hmmm. We are wanting something most of our waking moments. When we’re not either actively grateful or fully engrossed in an activity, we’re likely wanting something. Five more minutes after the alarm goes off, a cinnamon roll, jeans that fit properly, caffeine, a decent parking spot, a day off, a vacation, a new car, a new hairdo, a new boss, more caffeine, ten damn minutes of quiet, a green light, a sale, perfect weather, perfect hair, a perfect mate, a boatload of money, respect, more caffeine, a good night’s sleep, something.
We spend a whole lot of time wanting. We want all over the place. And all that scattered wanting distracts us from what we want most and in doing so, tanks our chances of getting it. So what do you really want? Like heart of hearts want? Take a minute. Think about it. Then emulate the flighty dreamer. Focus on it, imagine every little detail, incubate it, and get yourself all sorts of worked up over the possibility. You’ll set the wheels in motion. From there, follow every little breadcrumb on the path to where you want to go. Take action as opportunities present themselves (and they will). You must take action–imagination alone won’t do it. And should you feel lost along the way, remember what you too knew when you were three: Impossible isn’t real.
P.S. After my last post, I received an outpouring of love and wisdom. Comments here, messages, texts, and several phone calls. I felt your love and I truly appreciate it.
I approached the situation that was bothering me head-on and was met with love and understanding. I’d tried before but felt I wasn’t being heard. This time, I was heard and things immediately turned around. I believe all your good vibes made a difference and for that, and for you, I am enormously grateful. Thank you.