I dwell in Possibility
The most remarkable fact about blogs isn’t that a relatively few are popular, but that anybody can be heard on any subject they like. And, more importantly, anybody can create or add value to any number of conversations, and help move those subjects forward.
To me that’s an amazing and wonderful fact of life in a world that didn’t exist for most of my life.
I realised something fairly obvious recently: Maybe the reason I have struggled since childhood to figure out what I want to be when I grow up is that much of what I like to do now didn’t exist back then. I mean, how could I have known even in 1995, the year I graduated from high school, that I’d get so much out of blogging? And search engine marketing? What was that until about six years ago? Non-existent.
The dreams we dream for ourselves are often so much smaller than the dreams that we can actually live. I’m lucky to have, in a relatively short life, lived larger experiences than my flawed human mind could have conceived for me. With that in mind, I can live with uncertainty about what comes next.
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior–for Doors–Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–Of Visitors–the fairest–
For Occupation–This–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–
