The Impossibility of the Possible

Saddening reality.

With such potential and so many great ideas, we still stuff up...endlessly. After a lifetime of hapless trying, we are vaporised, passing the baton to the next generation of well-intentioned stuffer uppers.

All of us guilty of not collectively realising the possible. The utopia, the
Shangri-La, life without the treadmill, unshackled from a fabricated reality
that is serving a few barons – the plastic gods of the current.

A reality based on nothing but the realised tragic fantasy of the few. We remain enslaved – without options. We are sprinkled with occasional allowed pleasure – pleasure we falsely believe to be of our own volition.

Hopelessly seeking a stillness without trauma, a desire for a future realised now.

The possible is not.

Due to an innumerable collection of excuses (that are wrapped in selfishness and emotional blindness), we individually and collectively continue to stumble and prove that the possible is impossible.

But all is not lost...just knowingly hidden from view.