if you were a little girl
why is it that the phrase "anything's possible" becomes so negative as one grows older?
when you're little "anything's possible" is the world awaiting. fresh and open, thinkable was attainable.
if you were a little girl you could think about being the president! it was real. you could be a firefighter, a CEO, a nobel prize winnning physicist. if you were a little boy you could be the "first gentleman", a house-husband, an elemenatry school teacher.
you screamed it out as a defense of your dreams: "anything's possible".
your parents and loved one whispered it in your ears: "anything's possible".
dream big, live wildly and hope hope hope. because hope was alive and tangible.
and then you get old, and bury deep inside the world and dreams lose their flavor and hope loses its scent.
and people tell you something wild and then ask, "it's possible, isn't it?" pleading for you to help them, hold them, cradle them in their desire for that to be real, credible.
and you answer back, "yeah, anything's possible," in a tone of voice which leaves an unspoken "you naive fool" behind it. you hear yourself saying it, saying those words like they are coming out of someone elses' mouth to crush your own aspirations, dreams, wishes to be true. you make that true for yourself at the same time you make it true for someone else.
because we live with doubts and hopelessness and failed enterprises and longings and desired unfulfilled and ungiven. and we are afraid that it isn't possible and so i make it so.