Remembering Infinity

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Remembering Infinity: Working Through the Hurt

In those dark moments when you may feel abandoned and unloved, remember that you are loved!

In those dark moments when you may feel abandoned and unloved, remember that you are loved!

Of all the difficult emotions we experience in life, one of the ones I seem to deal with the most has been the feeling of rejection and hurt. As a child, I recall the sting I felt when I’d done something wrong and received a spanking as punishment—and the worst pain I felt wasn’t to my backside. It was more what I seemed to feel in my heart. Many times I didn’t fully understand what I’d done wrong and, at once, I felt hurt, saddened, and unloved. I’d cry, run to my room, then pout and stomp around for awhile—usually until I became distracted by something else and eventually forgot I was upset.

I’m sure we’ve all experienced similar feelings, in varying degrees, at one time or another. At older ages, we experience many of these same feelings too—perhaps when we’ve been turned down for a date, passed over for a promotion or job, or when we feel neglected or betrayed by our partner or spouse. In some of the more extreme cases, it may feel as if someone has “kicked us in the gut” or even “ripped out our heart”, but most often the circumstances simply leave a dull, hollow ache that seems to sit like a dense, heavy weight in the center of one’s chest.

Whenever we feel resentment or hurt, it’s quite easy to surrender to the accompanying anger and frustration. If we’re unable to deal with these overwhelming emotions in a positive way, we may lash out blindly or allow ourselves to spiral into despair. Sometimes, when we try to express ourselves and the way we feel, especially when we’re older, others expect us to hide our feelings or “just get over it”. Unfortunately, if we just ignore these emotions—especially if we keep experiencing many of the same hurts over and over, the stress we feel just seems to accumulate and become worse over time.

In recent years, I’ve found that, as I work through these challenging episodes, their impact seems less and the process of healing gradually becomes easier. While this process may not be the same for everyone, I’ve found the following steps to be generally quite helpful.

First, as soon as I begin to feel the “heat” of intense emotions rising, I make every effort to stay as calm and detached from them as possible. I try to imagine myself as a boat on the open sea, allowing the waves of adrenaline and distress to pass beneath me. Then I close my eyes and take several deep breaths as I envision the waves slowly dissipating. I consciously relax my body and mentally “let go” of any intensely charged emotions. These first brief moments often provide me with the space I need to remain calm and respond to the situation in a more balanced way. They also help to ensure that I don’t over-react and make things even worse.

Second, I try to take a moment to process things. If the situation is particularly stressful, I may separate myself entirely for a few minutes. I may go to a quiet room and sit down or take a brief walk to connect with nature. In either case, this brief period of separation allows me time to collect myself and gather my thoughts.

Next, I begin the healing process. If I’m feeling unloved and empty inside, it helps to close my eyes and try to feel love for myself. I envision the dark, empty space in my heart being filled with the golden Light of Universal Love, flowing and swirling in endlessly from Source. Sometimes I imagine my Higher Self as a being of pure, Divine Light, wrapping its arms around me in a warm, loving hug. If I’ve been rejected and have feelings of love that I’m somehow unable to otherwise express to someone else, I share that love with my Higher Self instead. This usually helps me to feel much better—for I know that I don’t need someone else’s love to heal me. I can always find the Love I need inside myself.

Once I’ve taken steps to settle down, I make every effort to face and address my emotions and the situation head-on. It helps to know that I don’t have to take on the challenge alone—for I may always seek guidance and support from family, friends, or other trusted sources.  I try to look at the situation as an important lesson in living and accept it—just as it is. I know I don’t have to dwell on it if I choose not to, and I decide how much attention and energy I’ll devote to reacting to or resolving it. Once I make that decision, I take whatever actions I feel are necessary to work things through. If I find that some things are beyond my control and I can’t fully resolve them, I simply do the best I can. Once I release any attachment to a specific outcome, I mentally “let go” of any remaining emotional stress (for more on that process, please see my post “Spirit Anchors”).  This allows me to move on confidently in the knowledge that I’ve done my very best.

Finally, I’ve found that, in many cases, it helps to just “sleep on it”. A good night’s rest often helps me put things in perspective and allows me to find fresh, new ways to approach challenges that I might have otherwise overlooked.  I also find that it’s much easier for me to find forgiveness—not only for others, but myself, in the dawn of a new day.

So if you’re ever feeling abandoned, empty, or unloved as I sometimes do, consider trying some of these ways to work things through.  And always remember that someone does love you unconditionally. God loves you—and I most certainly do too!



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Remembering Infinity: The Treasure Hunt

The value of the riches that may be found on our spiritual “treasure hunt” will far exceed that of any and all worldly treasures.

The value of the riches that may be found on our spiritual “treasure hunt” will far exceed that of any and all worldly treasures.

Several weeks back, I received some inspiration through a comment from a reader (thanks, Matthew!) that led me to think of life and our spiritual evolution as a treasure hunt—and isn’t that just the perfect analogy for it?

A treasure hunt usually begins with an “awakening”, when someone stumbles across a mysterious clue of some kind. Perhaps they accidentally discover a faded map hidden in a picture frame, tucked away in an old trunk in a dusty attic, or buried in the yard of a neglected old home. The mysterious clue fills the finder with excitement and dreams of uncovering great wealth. They then embark on an amazing journey, fraught with myriad challenges and danger. Through it all, they are sustained by an undying faith that their search will prove worthwhile in the end.

Treasure hunts bring to mind visions of musty chests filled with silver coins, gold bullion, and precious gemstones. Sometimes the finds are ancient artifacts that reveal mystic secrets and long-hidden knowledge. I recall my own dreams of treasure as a young child, when my mom or dad would hide a few coins or a candy bar in our home and leave me a few hidden, cryptic clues that would lead me to the cache. I was also entertained by many books and movies, typically of the pirate or “Wild West” genre, that captivated me with their thrills, unexpected danger, and tales of woe and heartbreak.

It seems to me that our life journeys are much the same. We’re given a few clues that hint of the priceless riches that await us, we keep moving forward on our path toward the discovery of our own Spiritual Truth, and we overcome the many challenges that confront us along the way. In modern times, we may not always have to fend off hordes of marauders, bands of hostile guerrillas, or fierce competitors, but the stumbling blocks are there nonetheless—and they are just as formidable in their own right. Our quest is indeed difficult for, in many ways, we’re nudged along and bolstered only by our hopes, dreams, and a deep, personal faith that such a treasure truly exists.

Where our own incredible journeys are concerned, I wish to share my confidence that, not only do such treasures exist, their riches far exceed any visions one might have of any and all material wealth. Nothing can compare to the priceless knowledge and discoveries we collect along the twists and turns of our paths. Our clues may be shrouded in mystery and quite difficult to find, but to the true seekers they are there—and they will eventually be found. And if we work together, freely sharing our experiences and encouraging one another along the way, one day we’ll all lift that heavy, creaking lid and gaze in wonder upon our own hidden treasures.

I think too that one day we may be surprised to find that the riches we’ve sought for so long won’t be found the chest at the end of the trail after all. We may just discover that the ultimate treasure was the excitement and the experience of the hunt itself!



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Remembering Infinity: If You Don’t Mind…

Age (and every other limitation you can think of) is a case of mind over matter.  If you don’t mind, it just doesn’t matter!

Age (and every other limitation you can think of) is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it just doesn’t matter!

There’s a familiar philosophical saying that states, “Where attention goes, energy flows”. A similar quote by noted psychiatrist and psychotherapist Carl Jung states, “What you resist, persists.” To me, these perceptive sayings are two similar ways of saying the same thing—they simply mean that the more we focus on something, the stronger it grows and the longer it will remain in our consciousness. Whether they’re aches and pains, negative thoughts, or allergies and illness, the more thought and attention we give them, the greater will be their affect upon us.

I’m sure you’ve all had those days—the ones where you get up in the morning and you just feel “off” somehow? You may have even gone to bed early and slept well, but when it came to getting up you just weren’t feeling the enthusiasm you needed to actually get up and carry on with the day. Sometimes, you might succumb to the feeling, shut off the alarm, call in sick to work, and pull the covers back over your head. Other days you might just shake it off, get up, and get on with it—often finding that your weariness was just a temporary feeling.

So what made the difference between these two reactions to a less-than-stellar start to the day? You did! In the latter reaction, you looked past a limiting, negative feeling and chose to focus on the possibility that you could experience something better instead. By making the conscious choice to get up and embrace the day despite your initial feelings, you set your intent to look past these limitations and experience the day in a new and positive way.

There are lots of other times when this strategy is helpful as well. When things suddenly go wrong during the day, when we feel illness or pain, or when we’re feeling afraid, frustrated, and angry, we’re often tempted to surrender to the influence of these negative “triggers”. At such times it’s important to realize that we do have a choice. We can allow them to overcome us—or not. If we acknowledge them, accept them, appreciate them, and let them go, we may then consciously choose to look past them and focus instead on the things, already inside us, that we would rather acknowledge and bring forward—things like health, strength, calm, and comfort. When we make the right choice, often before we even realize it, the unpleasant thoughts or feelings will have passed and we’ll be right back on track.

I think of this principle often, but I can almost guarantee I’ll be reminded of it every year on my—or someone else’s birthday. Those are the occasions when some have a tendency to bemoan life and complain about getting another year older. Me? Nah. I don’t think so! I choose to embrace the day. I’m grateful to have experienced another 365 days of life on this wonderful earth of ours—and I’m looking forward to experiencing as many more as I possibly can before I move on to the next mysterious adventure that awaits.

As I frequently tell my family and anyone else who will listen, age (and every other limitation you can think of) is just a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it just doesn’t matter!



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Remembering Infinity: Let’s Get to Work!

As the gardener will do with the garden, when we nurture, tend, and share our special talents with others—everyone may enjoy them!

As the gardener will do with the garden, when we nurture, tend, and share our special talents with others—everyone may enjoy them!

In a prior post, “Time to Wake Up!”, I suggested that it was time for mankind to awaken. It was time to choose. It was time to change. It was time to focus on the things that are truly important! While some may be “awakening” to the Truth that we are spiritual beings and our purpose here is much more than they may have previously thought, they may also be a bit confused. Some may be thinking, “OK, I’m awake—so now what?” Or, “What exactly is it that I’m supposed to be doing?” Or, “What can I do to help?”

I know how they—or perhaps even you, must feel, because I’ve been there myself. I’ve asked myself the same questions and found a few answers. So if you’re asking these or similar questions, perhaps these ideas might provide you with a good starting point.

The first thing I did after “awakening” was to begin exploring and informing myself. I let “chance” (or synchronicity) lead me to a variety of information sources—whether they were books, videos, websites, people, or situations. Once I cared enough to truly look past the surface, I found that many seemingly “chance” events were closely related to the topics I was studying and actually helped reinforce some important lessons. During my exploration, I did my best to maintain an open mind and accepted the information that resonated with me—that is, what I felt was true at a deeper “heart” level. I didn’t just decide using logic or intellect, I trusted what felt right, deep within.

Once I began to gain a better understanding of my own Truth, I decided I needed to figure out what to actually do with this new knowledge. One of the most important things, I’ve found, is to simply be you and do the things that you seem to inspire you the most! Where is your passion? What do you truly enjoy doing? In all likelihood, the activity to which you feel most drawn, that thing you would most like to do, deep down inside, is what you are meant to do. As famed mythologist, Joseph Campbell once said, “Follow your bliss!” In doing what you enjoy most, you may discover happiness—and by sharing your gifts with others, you help others find their happiness too. In this new, positive environment that you help create, everyone benefits!

For me, throughout most of my lifetime, my passion has been in creating. Whether it was through model-making, sketching things and doodling, taking photographs, or writing, I have always felt a strong inner drive to design and create with my heart and hands. Most recently, this desire has manifested itself through this blog.

So whatever your special interests, talents, or desires may be, treat them as living things—the wonderful, positive energies that they are. Dream them. Conceive them. Plant them. Nurture them—and most of all, love, appreciate, and share them! Just as the gardener who sows tiny black seeds into the Earth will one day appreciate the colorful swaths of flowers in bloom, perhaps we (and others) may one day enjoy the brilliance of your own efforts.

And there’s only one way to make certain that happens, isn’t there? That’s right, we just have to do it! So why are you still sitting there? Let’s get to work!



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Remembering Infinity: The Approaching Storm

“Storm in the Mountains” by Albert Bierstadt (c. 1870). (Original image from

“Storm in the Mountains”
by Albert Bierstadt (c. 1870).
(Original image from

Yesterday morning, I was having difficulty deciding which of several drafts to post on my blog—so I decided to take a break and scroll through the latest blog entries on my reader instead.

When I came across a poem entitled, “It’s Coming”, on Pat Cegan’s blog, “Source of Inspiration”, I was immediately reminded of an experience I once had as a teenager, when I and several others watched a storm sweep toward us across a high mountain valley. Pat’s poem elicited similar emotions and I felt unusually compelled to share my thoughts here.

I must admit that I’ve always been a fan of weather—all kinds of weather actually, but especially storms. Some of my most intense, visceral memories—the kind I can only describe as being “High Definition”, are of the many majestic storms I’ve witnessed over the years. Whenever I replay these in my mind, it’s as if I’m there all over again—even though the original experience may have been decades ago. I can still close my eyes, picture the scene in vivid detail, and feel nearly all the excitement I felt at those exact moments.

I’ll never forget one particular storm I experienced at a scout camp, high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains near Lake Tahoe, California. It was early fall, the camp had already closed for the season, and several families, including my own, were there to help prepare the campground facilities for the coming winter. Late one afternoon, after finishing our work for the day, a few of us decided to take a hike and enjoy some of the scenery from the jagged ridgeline that snaked through the trees, high above camp.

We set out in single-file along the trail, a dusty, worn track that wound its way along gray and black-flecked granite slopes. At this high altitude, the dense pine forest quickly thinned out as we climbed—and before long, there were only small pockets of trees to be found among the vast, tumbled mass of boulders. As the sun slipped lower in the west and the shadows grew steadily longer, we made our way along the rocky edge of a small alpine lake—one whose pristine waters mirrored an impossibly deep, almost sapphire blue sky. The lake’s surface was perfectly glass-like and undisturbed, save for the occasional leap of a small trout—which, on breaking the surface, would quickly disappear in a silvery flash. Everything seemed strangely still—yet there was an almost magical state of expectation in which everything, even the air, seemed bright, clear, and vibrantly alive. Even today, I can only describe it as a feeling that was profoundly surreal.

With some effort, we soon found ourselves near an outcropping high above the lake. As I scrambled up to stand atop the massive granite slab, the splendor of the view quite literally took my breath away. From our lofty perch, it appeared as if the rest of the world had simply dropped away beneath our feet. The sun, now sliding slowly toward the horizon behind us, left the valley below in deep, dark shadow. In stark contrast, the ragged mountain peaks on the far side—and seemingly another world away, were bathed in a soft, golden light that gleamed more brightly with each passing minute.

What made the view truly astonishing however, were the massive, rose-pink thunderheads that billowed up high above them. Their white, anvil-topped crests spread out ominously, miles above the peaks. We could actually see the clouds building as we watched—they seemed to boil up from the narrow gap between the earth and the leaden base layer of clouds above it. The sight left us feeling, at once, awestruck and energized—even euphoric. Even today, I can almost feel the hair rising on my neck and the excitement forming goose bumps on my skin.

We were so taken by the view that we stretched out comfortably on the rocks and watched, entranced, for the better part of an hour. I remember gasping in awe as intense streaks of lightning suddenly struck the far-off peaks. Each strike would be followed, some moments later, by the low rumble of thunder. At times, it seemed as if its resounding claps had somehow managed to shatter the crystal dome of Heaven—allowing twisted shafts of Divine Light to pierce through in brief, blinding flashes. We watched in wonder as shimmering veils of rain fell in the distance and pale rainbows faded in and out—almost as if they were playing hide-and-seek among the clouds. Although the storm was still miles away, the acoustics of the valley were such that the rumbles of thunder seemed to roll on endlessly. In fact, I sometimes wondered if I was still hearing an actual sound—or merely its echo fading off in my mind.

We were so enchanted and exhilarated by the show that we remained oblivious to the danger—until a frigid wall of wind and a deafening crash of thunder roared by in tandem. Their sudden passage left us shaking, much more from fright than the cold. It was only then that we regained our senses and realized that the storm was already upon us. Wide-eyed, we glanced at each other, jumped to our feet, and raced back to camp as quickly as we could. Skirting the trail and taking precarious shortcuts over rugged terrain, we made it back, breathlessly, just as the first big raindrops began plopping onto the dusty stones around us.

We burst through the door of the main cabin and startled the others, who had been relaxing by the fire. Our red-faced grins and excited chatter soon told the story, and even those who hadn’t been there could easily grasp the intensity of the experience—for Mother Nature seemed to be providing them with her own account of it, from just outside the cabin walls. It wasn’t long before we were all settled comfortably by the fire and listening to the waves of rain and hail rattling against the roof. As the storm raged on outside and each of us was left to his or her own silent thoughts, I stared contentedly into the flames, quite happy to be warm and dry. It truly was a day to remember.

As I watch events unfolding in the world today and compare my feelings to those I experienced during the storm, I can clearly see they’re similar. They’re feelings not unlike those which Pat described in her poem—and I’ve no doubt that many others are feeling them too. But the storm that’s on our horizon now is a different kind of storm. It’s a storm of change. While it may seem ominous and foreboding to some, it also has the potential to be just as beautiful, just as energizing, and just as remarkable as the one I once witnessed from the windswept side of a mountain. Whatever the future may bring, I know I’m ready to face it—because I have a deep and abiding trust in the Divine Intelligence that’s eternally at work in our Universe—and I somehow just know that all will be well in the end.

So if there really is a storm of change ahead—and I’ve no doubt that there is, then I’m all for it. Come Hell or high water, I say bring it on…we’re much more than a match for it!



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Remembering Infinity: Finding Our Way

How, and from where, do we receive true spiritual guidance?

How, and from where, do we receive true spiritual guidance?

The path to spiritual enlightenment tends to be a confusing one—for there are no maps or obvious road signs to point out the way. I suppose it’s like trying to make it to the top of a mountain and being lost in the forest below—where tall trees obscure the view, darkness often abides, and many blind trails weave through the heavy underbrush.

Whether the goal is the top of a mountain or spiritual enlightenment, we can always take comfort in the fact that, if we keep at it, we’ll eventually get there. But when we’re faced with a choice of directions on the spiritual path, which is the best way to turn? After all, it’s not like we can just stop at the nearest gas station and ask for directions. How, and from where, do we receive true spiritual guidance?  

I was raised as a Catholic and, in the Church’s doctrine, the way to “Heaven” always seemed quite clear. One must refrain from a multitude of sins, worship God and all “Higher Beings” (Jesus Christ and the many Saints, for example), and follow the Church’s myriad rules with respect to prayer, confession, mass, communion, and the like. While I have a profound appreciation and respect for these and other beliefs, very few of them seemed to ring true or resonate with my own sense of “inner knowing”.  It occurred to me that the authorities of every religion see theirs as the one, true way to enlightenment. With so many religions and so many different approaches, how is this possible—and which, if any, was the right one for me?

My paternal grandmother’s spiritual outlook was much more broad-minded, eclectic, and accepting. She appreciated the finer aspects of all religions and passionately studied anything related to spirituality, metaphysics, and consciousness. My grandparents’ home was cluttered with stacks and stacks of books by Emmett Fox, Joel Goldsmith, Norman Vincent Peale, and many others. I remember my grandmother fondly, as she would often sit on the steps in the backyard near her favorite pink roses—her deeply lined hands resting on her apron-covered lap, eyes closed, peacefully meditating in the soft morning sun. Many times, when I was confused about something, I would ask her, “Grandma, what do you think I should do?” She would pat my hand lovingly, smile in that gentle, reassuring way of hers, and say, “What I think doesn’t really matter. It’s what you think that’s important. You already know all the answers deep inside you. All you have to do is look within to find them.”

“Um, OK, thanks, Grandma!” I’d reply. I had absolutely no idea what she really meant and I’d run off to play—often more confused than before. Then, after thinking about my dilemma for some time and reconsidering my options, I would, as she suggested, discover the right choice for me–one that would somehow be in alignment with both my heart and my head.  I haven’t thought much about it in the years since, but I now understand that my grandmother was simply teaching me how to find my own answers. She was teaching me how to be my own guide.

Sometimes when we feel lost, as I did then, the first thing we do is turn to others for direction. We may consult so-called “gurus”, healers, or spiritual leaders—those who, in our perception, have far greater knowledge than we do. We may also seek information and guidance through the abundance of religious or spiritual texts, books, videos, and Internet resources that are available today. Even friends, acquaintances, and family members may have a great deal of life experience and advice to offer—but the important thing to remember when seeking guidance from any source outside yourself is that their Truth does not have to be your Truth. Furthermore, their viewpoint isn’t necessarily any greater or better than your own—in fact, many times it’s just different.

In my limited experience—and, as my grandmother so wisely suggested, I’ve found that the best place to seek guidance has been within. While the chaos of the outside world tends to drown out the quiet wisdom of our own inner voice, it’s always there. Our own “Higher Self”, which some may refer to as one’s soul, conscience, or even “gut instinct”, will never fail us if we only trust it and allow it to guide us.  The voice may at times seem quite faint, but it’s always there if we listen for it.

I’ve also discovered that another invaluable resource for inner guidance is an understanding of and appreciation for synchronicity—that is, those seemingly coincidental events that catch our attention and somehow seem pertinent to the situation at hand. Many of these seem to have unexpected significance and subtly urge us in a particular direction. These mysterious, often helpful circumstances seem to occur more and more as I’ve opened myself to their existence—but I suppose that’s a topic for an entirely different post.

In the end, the choices we face and the decisions we make must be entirely our own. No one else can decide for us where, when, or how we should travel on the road to enlightenment. I’ve often heard that we’re always right where we’re supposed to be and doing exactly what we’re supposed to be doing—and I believe it. Everyone’s path is different and each will eventually turn out to be the best one possible for their own individual growth. While we may stumble off the trail or become entangled in briars now and then, we all wind up making our way through these challenges somehow wiser, stronger, and better than we were before. We’ll all eventually get there—and when we do, I’m assured that the view will be quite spectacular.   So now, before setting off in any new direction, I check my inner compass first, last, and always–because I know it’ll never steer me wrong!



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Remembering Infinity: Anything is Possible!

It's not impossible.  It just hasn't been done yet.

It’s not impossible. It just hasn’t been done yet.

I had originally planned to write about this topic at a later date, but something I read yesterday prompted me to address it much sooner.  If there’s one thing that gets me “fired up” and even more determined, it’s when someone tells me that something I’m working hard to achieve is “impossible”.

In my mind, to say that something is “impossible” is to openly admit defeat.  It discourages starting or even trying.  It’s making an excuse for failure.  It’s giving up.  It’s quitting.  It’s surrendering without offering any resistance whatsoever.  It’s denying any and all possibility that something could occur and deciding that it cannot happen under any circumstance. To say that something is “impossible” completely disregards human perseverance, ingenuity, will, effort, and creativity.  It also rejects the nebulous influence of magic, luck, miracles—and even Divine Intervention.  Saying that something is “impossible” is deciding for the entire world that this thing cannot ever be done, period.

How can anyone truthfully say that something is impossible?  It’s not that something is impossible, it just hasn’t been done yet.

The word “impossible” is a relative term for, what is not possible to one may simply be a challenge to another.  Did the ancient Greek philosophers, Pythagorus or Aristotle allow contemporary beliefs that the Earth was flat deter them from proving otherwise? No. Did Helen Keller use her deafness, blindness, and inability to speak as an excuse to prevent her from earning a university degree and becoming a teacher of the disabled? No. Did Charles Lindberg let skeptics keep him from crossing the Atlantic Ocean on the first non-stop Trans-Atlantic flight? Certainly not! It’s because these forward-thinkers decided that anything was possible.

Just over 100 years ago, nearly everyone thought that human flight was impossible.  Before the 1930’s, few could even comprehend the concept of television, much less believe that such a thing could exist.  What about space flight?  Radio?  Telephone?  Computers?  The list could go on and on.  If all these things were once “impossible”, then how is it that today we are able to circumnavigate the world in hours, travel to the moon, and communicate instantly—with nearly anyone, anywhere in the world?

It’s because anything is possible!

Many years ago, someone of authority and experience once told me that I could not succeed in maintaining a full-time job while attending an intensive 6-month career training program.  He told me that graduation under those circumstances was “impossible”. He was wrong. I graduated.  Not only did I graduate, I graduated in the top ten of a class with nearly forty others.  I can’t say it was easy—in fact, it wasn’t.  It was extremely difficult.  But difficult is difficult.  Difficult is not impossible.

Those who use the word “impossible” to describe an endeavor reject every possibility or circumstance except failure.  When one ascribes to this way of thinking, they not only place limits upon themselves, they impose them on others as well.  As long as we allow someone else to decide what is—or is not possible for us, we have absolutely no control over our own future and, most likely, very little chance of succeeding at anything.  Only we can decide what is possible or impossible for ourselves.

To those who may wish to limit themselves, I would say—please do! Go right ahead.  Feel free to limit yourself all you want—but please don’t impose limitations on me or anyone else by falsely claiming any authority to decide for us what is possible and what is not.

Why not? Because anything is possible!



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