Most of my life, I’ve been made giddy by possibilities.
With life spread out in front of a young person, the options seem endless and there is ample time to explore any avenue that appeals to them in the moment. If they are lucky, they have at least one parent on board with the concept – and luckier still if that parent encourages them to spread their wings far and wide.
I had one such parent in my father.
Dad was the perennial youngster. He died at 70 but was endlessly drawn into a sense of childlike wonder about life, places and people. Sure, he had his down moments, but he was full of love, life and joy most of the time.
I will never meet anybody quite like Dad.
But is there an expiration date on the endless-possibility mindset? Doesn’t this encourage a mile-wide-and-inch-deep way of living – relegating a person to life as a generalist?
I bet this exacerbates ADD…
Does seeing the world as full of endless possibilities – especially at a certain age – limit one’s ability to focus?
Can a person reverse this – and when is it time to throw a dart at the map and move toward that coordinate?
Maybe we “possibility people” can enjoy the best of both worlds. We can throw the proverbial dart and move toward one main thing while keeping our hearts and minds open to happy coincidences, serendipity and spontaneity.
Can we move in the direction of that main thing without becoming so rigid that we cut off our ability to find joy in the realm of possibility?