To Have Lived the Impossible Dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is the winter of my existence. I feel the cold surrounding and embracing me. Each moment soothing, welcomed and expected, yet I am apprehensive of what will come and when.

TO HAVE LIVED THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM

By Al Garcia

It is the winter of my existence.  I feel the cold surrounding and embracing me.  Each moment soothing, welcomed and expected, yet I am apprehensive of what will come and when.

Years of brooding anticipation now greeted with awkward acceptance of the finality of my presence in a dream begun before I ever came to be.  How I hunger to understand the reason why.  How I long to see beyond the days that lay ahead, long after I am gone.  It is the winter of my life, and I have just begun to feel the completeness of who I was meant to be. 

And so, it is at this most irrelevant of times, when life has already passed me by, that I finally pause to give thought and reflection to the probabilities, possibilities and promises that collaborated to make the whole of me.  I think back to the time gone by and wonder if I was just a dream in someone’s mind that escaped the boundaries of its realness and ventured out and dreamed another dream of the me I was or would someday be.

I now have time to reflect and contemplate each moment of my life without regret, but with some concern of what I may come upon as I search and explore the very core of me and my existence.  I do not know where my journey may lead me or what I may discover along the way.  Yet, I sense within me the urge to find what I lost or missed along my journey to where I am today.

Like everyone else, my life began with the premise that I was meant to be.  A simple yet profound acceptance of a divine design beyond my intellectual grasp or pious insignificance of my existence.  I was born.  I’ve lived.  And now, as time begins to slow the beating of my heart, I begin to reflect upon the purpose and upon the reason why I came to be, and how the irrelevance of my life was a dream of long ago by unseen and forgotten faces and unheard and silenced voices. 

Was I, am I, simply a vision that came to be?  Was I merely a specter in the heart and soul of a people that erected monuments to the gods, and an empire that nurtured the soil and prayed to the sun that sustained and maintained our human souls?  Was I but a mere shadow on s moon-lit night of what was to come? 

My roots extend beyond the river’s edge, to places beyond the confines of the body and the mind.  To a place where dreamers and visionaries looked to the sky from atop their monuments of stone and rock along the Yucatán.  The night sky spoke to them of times before and times to come.  They heard the voice of time and saw the warnings in the stars.  I was a part of all of that and more, before I came to be.  They knew me before I knew myself or of myself.  And all because they dreamed of me.

And now, I am in the winter of my existence.  I feel the hands of time embracing me as I look up to the sky and see the vastness beyond -- soothing, welcoming, and expected.  And it speaks to me.  I have returned to my roots, and the source of my creation and my imagination.  I feel complete, for I have lived the impossible dream. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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