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Topic: IMPOSSIBLE (09/05/19)
- TITLE: Shifting Perspective
By Rachel Burkum
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Impossible? Whatâ€™s that?
Playgrounds grew smaller, clouds grew less intriguing, and the definition of skepticism began to creep into my fragile subconscious. Maybe that rock really was too big to climb. Maybe that picture I wanted to paint really was too difficult. Maybe trying to dance really wasnâ€™t something I should do. Saying no was better than looking a fool.
My heart received its first series of bruises. Things didnâ€™t seem as bright as they used to be. They said life grew more exciting as one aged, but I wasnâ€™t so sure. Rolling down hills was pointless. Unicorns didnâ€™t really exist in the clouds. Friends could lie and betray. Trying new things didnâ€™t always mean success. And nothing compared to the sting of failure.
Impossible? More than likely.
I longed to remember what it was like to carelessly waddle across what must have looked as vast as a desert. Free of doubts. No concept of not completing my mission. I wanted to feel that way again. But the wounds to my heart had traveled to the back of my mind and embedded themselves there so deeply, I was sure they could never be removed. Failure was imminent, no matter the effort. â€œI canâ€™t,â€ was my new go-to phrase.
Impossible? Of course.
Bills. Broken cars. Medical concerns. Job layoffs. My only worry used to be whether I wanted the strawberry or chocolate flavored milk. What ever happened to those days? Hills had become mountains. Inches had become miles. Trying had become a waste of time. It didnâ€™t matter anymore. Things would never be right anyway.
With the weight of the world on my weakened shoulders, I fell to my knees. It was a position I had forgotten. A position which I should have adopted long before this point. There was only One in the entire universe who could fix the messes Iâ€™d made. Mend the broken bridges. Heal my heart, and teach me to try again. There was only One who could make things right and show me that failure was nothing more than a state of mind.
Impossible? Iâ€™m not so sure.
He taught me joy. He taught me laughter. He taught me I was enough. I learned to live again, let go of the past, and free myself from the fears that had left me frozen. I couldnâ€™t do everything. I couldnâ€™t fix everything. I couldnâ€™t even fathom how some things could even remotely turn out for the better. But He could. He could do it all.
There are puppy dogs in the sky again. There are new things to try. There are songs in my heart. Anxieties formed by the trials of my past still lurk in the shadows. But no longer do I bend to the lies. No longer do I believe, â€œI canâ€™t.â€ Because I can. Maybe not alone. But I can. And impossible never seemed further away.
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