Sunday, February 17, 2013
The Death of Possibility
One of the best things ever is that rising feeling of hope. When in your chest there is a promising, yeasty loaf of possibility. Yesterday, outdoors smelled like impending Spring. Which, of course, catalyzed the yeast in my soul. But it also made me aware of the opposite - one of the worst things ever is when possibility dies. I've been mourning the death of one possibility for a couple months now. And although I feel like things are right, and that I'm moving in the right direction, I still miss that hopeful maybe.