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Possibilities: A man considers a childlike view of the universe, and how he has left it behind long ago.
Posted by Douglas, Mar 23, 2008. 2664 views. ID = 901


Posted by Douglas, Mar 23, 2008. 2664 views. ID = 901
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This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Perspectives.

I think we all enter the world with a sense of wonder, a fascination with the mysterious, and the wild and exciting notion that, in this life, anything is possible. Tragedy and the brokenness of this world can seem distant to a child, leaving the young with a strong sense of invincibility, power, and creativity.

But life has a way of beating these things out of us. Whether it is the death of a parent or a friend, the betrayal of a loved one, the failure of our dreams, or simply a close up look at the horrific and cruel nature of man, eventually something causes the demise of wonder. Invincibility is replaced by fear, power by weakness, and creativity by the trudging, monontonous repetition of the tedium we call "the daily grind."

We discover that, unlike the robins and the sparrows, we cannot fly, no matter how we wish it.

I remember that wide-eyed belief in the infinite possibilities around us, but I left it behind long ago. My failures, and the failures of life to fulfil my dreams, left me drained and wilted as a flower in the desert. Life is nothing more than the tedious plodding of a tortoise from one place to another, without purpose or hope. Anything is possible? No, nothing that really matters in life is even remotely possible.

I once met a man who - for a brief time - changed my view of the world. For a short span of my life I returned to the childlike wonder I left behind long ago. He made me believe once again that anything is possible. The things he said - oh, how they sparked my imagination. Fly? Oh, yes! I can fly! I could even move the greatest mountains with nothing but a thought and a prayer!

I believed him then, but I no longer do. He was a charlatan, a liar, and a deceiver. He told me that he would change the world - that we would change the world! He told me I could reshape reality to suit my desires, and he said that nothing worthwhile is impossible.

But like everything and everyone else, he deserted me. He left me with nothing but the cruel memories of hope and the even crueler memories of his last days.

And now I shall speak of him no more.

Except...the women are here now, screaming and shouting and wildly gesticulating; with their confusing mix of laughter and tears we can barely understand what they are saying. They've been to the tomb, and one of them says she's actually seen him - alive again.

But I know that cannot be true. I cannot believe such a tale, for if such a thing could ever happen in this world, then truly, anything would be possible.

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This post has been awarded 35 stars by 8 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Perspectives. The next part of this series can be found here: It's Not My Fault!.
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Mar 23, 2008
i think you must be tomas.
   ~Posted by fluffyfoo, Mar 23, 2008

Mar 23, 2008
Indeed I am. :)
   ~Posted by Douglas, Mar 23, 2008

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