“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
In the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical version of Cinderella there is a delightful little song sung at the end of Act I called “Impossible.” It is the scene where Cinderella first meets her Fairy Godmother and good ol’ FG works her magic to get that sooty little girl all gussied up to go to the ball.
Impossible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.
Impossible, for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage,
And four white mice will never be four white horses!
Such fol-der-ol and fid-dle-dy dee of course, is— Impossible!
But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don’t believe in sensible rules
And won’t believe what sensible people say.
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes,
Impossible things are happening every day.
I really like to think I am one of those zany fools who doesn’t believe in sensible rules. One of those daft dewey-eyed dopes who continue to believe in the impossible.
So, instead of list six things, I am going to say just one.
I believe in the impossibility of finding lasting love. That remarkable love that holds you up, but allows you to still be you. That love that endures all.
I believe in the impossibility of that love being in my world.
After all, impossible things are happening every day…