Nobody wakes up one morning believing less than they did the night before.
It happens quietly.
One impossible.
Then another.
That word. Impossible.
"This could never happen."
"People don't really change."
"I'll always be like this."
"The future is already decided."
The strange thing is...
Most of these sentences sound like facts.
They're usually confessions.
Not about the world.
About how small we've made the world.
That's why certainty becomes dangerous.
Not the certainty that rests on truth...
The certainty that refuses to look beyond itself.
Every great discovery first sounded impossible.
Every healed heart was once called impossible.
Every new beginning looked impossible before it happened.
The future has a habit of ignoring the limits we confidently place upon it.
Maybe the question isn't whether reality is capable of surprising us.
Maybe it's whether we've left any room to be surprised.
If one certainty shifted while you were reading this... there's more.
