What if the impossible wasn’t quite so far out of reach after all?

By that I guess I mean, what if every possible future is sitting atop a shelf, and fate rests in the hands of your own - quite literally which future will you stretch your hands towards claiming? Maybe the path past taken rests right up front. Easy to grab without much effort. But it’s not as if the simplest choice is your only option. What if your shelf is littered with possibilities scattered varying distances from the edge, with the back row most desired, but most obscured from view? The craziest dreams and wildest aspirations no one but you could understand. The impossible novelties. But who’s to say anything on your shelf is impossible to acquire? Who’s to say you can’t look past the simple life and go for something more original? Something that takes a bit more effort to take hold of.

Maybe standing in your way are easier reaches. An array of knickknacks tempting you with their addictive shine. Perhaps your focus is locked, and you are able to see past the allure of temptation. But you must also consider that the further you outstretch your hand, the more likely you are to grab the wrong item by mistake or brush the back of your hand against another in such a way it clatters to the floor. Will you settle in the face of failure, or embrace the embarrassment of mistakes and forge forward?

And what about finding the strength to aim for one thing when society expects you to set your sights on another? What if society provided a stepping stool below the left hand side of your shelf, expecting you to turn out a particular way? Opportunity may increase if you follow the path others support you achieve, but you must also accept limiting yourself solely to a fraction of your capabilities. Sometimes society is on your side and the left is where you wish to be, but if a stepping stool is placed where you don’t wish to go will you find the strength to turn it down or to convince that the stool be moved elsewhere?

Seizing your desired future at the back of your shelf is by no means easy, but on the same token is far from impossible. It’s a game of sorts, navigating an infinite number of trinkets until you find your own. It’s a game of resourcefulness, requiring careful skill and the courage to take risks. A game of thinking outside of the box and allowing your fingers to stretch just a little bit further. It requires patience and the strength to try again so you can learn what works and what doesn’t.

It’s the game of life, and I can’t wait to see where you set your sights and which future you embrace as your own.