The Possibilitarian

In a world where the ordinary was celebrated and the conventional was worshipped, I found myself standing at a crossroads. The path on my left was well-trodden, lined with the footprints of those who had come before me, leading to a future prescribed by society’s expectations. The path on my right, however, was barely visible, overgrown with the weeds of uncertainty and the wildflowers of possibility. It was at this moment, under the weight of a sky that seemed to hold both promise and peril, that I asked myself, “What if?”

What if I challenged the status quo? What if I became a possibilitarian?

The term “possibilitarian” wasn’t something I had heard of before; it was a concept I birthed in the silence of contemplation, a belief that within the realm of the unknown lay opportunities waiting to be seized. It was a leap of faith, a step into the void armed with nothing but the conviction that the future could be molded by the power of “what if.”

My journey began the day I decided to turn my back on the expected and embrace the uncertain. I was met with skepticism, of course. Friends and family watched with bated breath, half expecting me to stumble and fall, to come crawling back to the safety of the familiar. But there was something exhilarating about charting an unknown course, about being the architect of my own destiny.

I experimented with ideas considered too radical, too unorthodox. I sought out those who had been marginalized for thinking differently, for daring to dream of a world that didn’t yet exist.

Together, we formed a tapestry of possibilitarians, each thread woven from the fibers of innovation and resilience.

There were failures, naturally. Attempts that ended not with the triumphant fanfare of success, but with the quiet thud of a door closing. Yet, with each setback, my resolve only strengthened. I learned to see each “no” not as a stop sign but as a detour, a challenge to find another way.

And then, just when the skeptics began to nod their heads in vindication, the impossible happened. From the ashes of a hundred failed attempts, an idea took flight. It was revolutionary, a solution to a problem so pervasive, so entrenched in society, that until then, it had been invisible, hidden in plain sight.

The world took notice. Suddenly, the path I had carved was crowded with followers, eager to walk in the footsteps that had once been dismissed as folly. The status quo shifted, adapting to accommodate the world we possibilitarians had envisioned.

But as I stand here now, looking back on the journey, I can’t help but wonder, “What if this is just the beginning?” What if there were more invisible paths waiting to be discovered, more impossibilities begging to be challenged?

And so, as the dusk gave way to dawn, I found myself at another crossroads, the familiar itch of curiosity tugging at the corners of my mind. The paths that lied before me wee again divergent, one well-lit and inviting, the other shrouded in the mystery of the unknown.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing with the thrill of potential discovery, and stepped forward into the shadows, driven by the eternal question that had become my mantra, my guiding star:

“What if?”

Mindset Practice: Consider becoming a Possibilitarian!