adjective: able to be done; within the power or capacity of someone or something
Here’s the thing about birthdays. As you get older they are less climactic. Less substantive. No more hats and balloons and having your friends over to run wildly about for no other reason but joy… celebrating one year older. Yep. I couldn’t run around wildly if my life depended on it and another year older is not necessarily a thing to be celebrated. Instead of marching to my own drum I feel as though every birthday I’m marching closer to the executioners drum. Can we just have the traditional cake now, please?
But ah, what is possible is always there. It remains beneath the cake and the candles and the presents. Possibility is existing with hope everyday. Living life to its fullest. Pushing towards greatness. There is always more. More to do. More to imagine. More to become. Each year what is possible is only defined by our own mind’s imagination. Our potential. Our opportunities. Our willingness to believe. Possibility keeps us moving forward.
Birthdays are a dot on a timeline to remind us how far we’ve come. And encourage us to go farther, do more, for no other reason but joy…celebrating more of life. Dwelling in possibility even at my age…I kind of like that about myself.
“There are two great days in a person’s life – the day we are born and the day we discover why.”
“Understand that the right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege. Use it. Dwell in possibility.”
Happy Birthday My Love