We can’t escape or avoid the world of judgement and measurement. This is certainly good, in a sense, because it shows us reality. It identifies who we are and where we are. It keeps the dim lights separated from the bright lights. It allows for some of us to make French fries, while others get to perform the tedious task of brain surgery. I hear it’s tough to make really good French fries, especially without saturated fats.
Ben and Rosamund Zander identified something magical in the Art of Possibilities.
They showed me a way out. A new way of thinking about my life, both where I have been and where I have a desire to go. They outlined a new way of doing things. A fresh way of thinking.
It is not a new way. It has been around for a very long time. It is open and accessible to anyone and everyone. It is free and certainly worth embracing. In short, it is the path we struggle to take, because it leads to a universe of possibilities.
The world of measurement is comfortable. It is comfortable precisely because it is scarce and can be counted. It is real, unavoidable, and often for these reason, very burdensome, but the splendid universe of possibilities, is not.
The universe of possibilities rests and will forever rest in our imagination, until we make it real. Until we crawl, walk, run, and sprint towards what’s possible. The universe of possibilities is missed by so many, because too often we are undecided, we weight our options, weighing, feel guilty, feel shame, regret, never giving life a second, or fifteenth chance.
We refuse to give the possibility of what could be a real chance.
But the universe of countless possibilities is not a burden. It is also not some positive, abstract, drunk, fleeting thought of fancy. A magical land of lollipops and rainbow unicorns. The people most invested in world of measurement, of judgement and gossip, are the ones that try to convince you otherwise.
The universe of possibilities is undefined. It is unique to every single person. It simply asks why not?
It doesn’t negate or deny the reality you currently find yourself in. It will not help you pay your rent. Fix your broken marriage, or regenerate your poor, black, smoker’s lung.
It can’t give you back time. It doesn’t make fraudulent promises. Not does it whisper seductive jingles or offer you sure, tried, and tested short cuts.
The universe of possibilities only offers hope. Hope that if you have faith in yourself. If you have faith in what has not yet been written or preordained. If you believe in freedom. If you have love for yourself, forgiveness in your heart, and a soul open to reconciliation, the world of possibilities shows you the things that you can do, despite the things that you certainly can’t do.
It shows you that while it is important to struggle to do, it is immeasurable and infinitely more important to be.
This is a vast topic. There are so many little nuances that need to be touched on and threaded out over time, but I made a promise to myself and to you to keep this short.
In the meantime. Keep dreaming. Strive to be better. Improve your score, your wealth, and your circle of influence.
Keep dreaming. Keep your faith. Keep hoping.
It is all possible.
Two women looked out of their prison window and gazed at the world outside their reality. One saw the stars and got lost in the infinite distance of space and possibility. The other one saw the bars on the window, counted them, and resigned herself to remain a prisoner of her own making.