(Please click on the Song “The Impossible Dream” and listen to it while you read my blog)
“The Impossible Dream” – MAN OF LA MANCHA (1972). Music by Mitch Leigh and lyrics by Joe Darion
To dream the impossible dream. To have goals that no one believed you could reach. To have a purpose in life that was divine. To strive for more than you thought you deserved. To challenge convention and defy the experts who told you that you could not do it. To live the life that you believed in and to find the passion that touched your heart. To die with no regrets because you lived the life you chose.
To fight the unbeatable foe. To challenge those worth defying. To upset the status quo when it is wrong. To battle authority and convention when it is immoral. To rage against injustice and immorality wherever and whoever is involved. To protect the little person and stand up for right and fairness. To be a human and champion humanity against injustice and greed.
To bear with unbearable sorrow. To suffer the slings and arrows of injustice and ingratitude. To become a pariah among others. To endure insults and calumny. To be shunned by friends and family alike because of your beliefs. To be the minority in face of an outraged majority. To be different when everyone else is going along.
To run where the brave dare not go. To go where all say is foolish. To challenge Goliath. To standup to the system that cannot be beat. To believe that you can when all say you cannot.
To right the unrightable wrong. To have no chance to win but to try anyway. To choose your battles based on 
right and not possibilities. To strive when all say it’s over. To persevere in the face of sure defeat.
To love pure and chaste from afar. To love right more than life. To love unconditionally. To love without reciprocity. To care for others when they despise and revile you. To believe in fairness and justice when they seem impossible. To return hurt with kindness. To return meanness with love.
To try when your arms are too weary. To find strength when you are exhausted. To pick yourself up when you are down. To make one more effort when you have given up. To push that last ounce of effort you did not think you had. To make one more attempt when everyone said to give up. To get off the mat, when the crowd says “stay down.”
To reach the unreachable star. To reach for the heavens when you were told to stick to the earth. To dream beyond fantasies. To surpass expectations that chained you by birth. To strive for the sublime instead of the mundane.
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
What will my life matter if I do not reach for what I believe in? What value will I leave the world, if I do not try to change things? Can I go through life simply doing what others expect and never exceeding their expectations? Is this what I want from life? Do I have the courage to expect more and to follow my passions and dreams? Will I let others pull me back to the safety and security of the masses? How far will I go to make a difference and to stand up for what I believe?
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
Do I have the will to die for my ideals? Would I take the hemlock like Socrates to live my beliefs? Would I suffer crucifixion like Jesus to make amends for the wrongs of the world? Am I willing to risk being a martyr for the right cause? What will I put my life on the line for? Will I die for my family and friends if needed?
And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
Do I realize that there are no guarantees in this world? Can I live with only the certainty of my death? Will I sacrifice the goal of security for the ideal of integrity?
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
What will humanity be if we give up our dreams in favor of reality? What if we have no passions? What if the profane takes precedence over the sacred? What will we become if we sacrifice ideals for practicality? What if all we strove and died for was what we could buy now on credit?
Time for Questions:
I think I have already asked enough questions in this blog but perhaps allow me one final one. “What will you stand up for or die for to make the world a better place?”
Life is just beginning.
“Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
Aging Capriciously 