Impossible Monsters

Impossibility is a rarity in reality. Impossibility is a self-imposed restraint used to keep ourselves comfortable with perceived limitations. Impossible, for the most part, is fear.

Impossibility is closed mindedness. Impossibility is too deep of a belief in the corporeal and present. Impossible is non-transcendent.

Impossible is a comfort to me many times. A “blankie” of sorts, used as an excuse for my own personal failings. I can wrap impossible around me, feel cozy and warm, and know that I am safe. After all, it’s impossible, right?

The problem with impossible is that it strips us of our humanity. What would we be if we were not courageous? Every righteous and beautiful thing that ever came out of humanity required courage (if that’s even the word). Perhaps a more apt description would be “the absence of fear.” Because courage is less than the absence of fear. It may be simply the stupidity to propel oneself straight through the path they think they’ve chosen, simply because they think they’ve chosen it. But not being afraid, that’s something much, much different. That’s… human. We are the only living beings on the planet (that I’m aware of) that are able to mentally and emotionally remove the presence of fear.

The inability to do this, to remove fear, this is the gravest of offenses against the beauty that makes us human. That is what makes us monsters. Monsters not because we are incapable of removing fear, like the dog that inherently fears the animal sadist, but because we are capable. And not choosing to flex this immense, godlike power, that is the monstrous thing. That is the heartbreak. Because that is what makes us unique. Removing fear requires self-realization, which is something that is impossible to any animal other than this: the human.

So here is my pledge: I will not become an impossible monster. I actively choose humanity. I actively choose to remove fear whenever possible. I actively choose to burn my security blanket, remove my self-imposed restraints, refuse to propel myself through a pre-conceived path of correctness, and I choose to embrace the messiness that makes me human, and to live, above all else, without fear.