IF anything were possible where would it take you?
A new day dawns, the light rises in the sky and you look out and think what will today bring?
That possibility, for anything to happen, is deliciously exciting.
We have routines, things that need to be done, of course, but within that are little gaps, little shafts of light that suggest something else.
And those gaps belong to you, in your mind lies the conversation, in your thoughts lie the opportunity but, in your hands, lie the possibility.
IF I do this then that?
IF I say this then what?
IF I ask this then what?
IF I explore this then where?
IF I am this then why?
IF I try this then how?
One decision, one moment, one day changes everything.
It is often easy, and completely understandable, how we become stuck in the daily routine, so much so that often we greet the day with a sense of foreboding. The same thing day in day out; work, school, family, house, chores, even saying it seems exhausting.
When we can lift ourselves out of that routine, even for a few moments every day, we give ourselves a sense of possibility, of opportunity and optimism that life can be different; that opens up avenues you may never have explored.
It’s easy to believe that we have no time, that all our days are so packed with things we must do that we have no time to consider anything else.
Time is precious, of that there is no doubt, we should value it, not waste it.
But,we owe it to ourselves and to everyone we know, we love, we work with and connect with, to allow that opportunity to embrace possibility to greet us every day.
I leave you with the famous poem by Rudyard Kipling, a message from a father to a son.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
IF you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
IF you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
IF you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
IF you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
IF you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
IF you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
IF you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
IF you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
IF you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
IF neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
IF all men count with you, but none too much;
IF you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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Until next time have a great day.