Can't
“I can’t.”
It should mean:
“I broke every bone in my body and the doctor forbade me to move.”
But sometimes it means:
“I don’t to.”
“You can’t do it.”
It should mean:
“You currently lack the tools and skills to complete this endeavor.”
But sometimes it means:
“I’m afraid you’ll succeed and surpass me.”
“We can’t.”
It should mean:
“Together we lack the maturity and strength to succeed.”
But sometimes it means:
“I have every intention of doing this – just not with you.”
“They can’t.”
It should mean:
“They are infringing on someone else’s freedom.”
But sometimes it means:
“I hope they fail.”
The word “can’t” exists to kill joy –
Kill hope. Kill ambition.
A word meant to indicate lack of ability
Now used to mean
DON’T
Don’t because I
I am afraid
I never did.
I have no idea what the neighbors will say.
I think you could fail.
I want you to fail.
Can’t.
Personal insecurity projected outward and allowed to seep into other people’s lives.
A word now used so frequently to cause paralysis –
Spiritual. Physical. Mental. Psychological.
One word used so often that its value should be void,
But whose power remains untarnished
But whose strength grows with each passing day.
Can’t walks around forcing his way into the room
Whether he’s wanted or not.
More destructive than an atomic bomb
And less constructive than violently honest criticism,
A word meant to be a weary wonderer
Now dwells in the mouths of the many.
With the force of a tornado, ripping and shredding
Through dreams, plans, and imaginations.
Like what we want, need, and desire doesn’t matter.
Like our passions are school-aged obsessions for those who refuse
Refuse to walk way from the pristine, shiny illusions of youth.
But what would happen if we walked away from the cold, dark reality
That nightmares are made of and
Into the glistening lights of our personal Heavens.
Or at better –
Strove to build that glistening new world?
Perhaps we might waste our time designing badly fitting dresses,
Shooting ourselves in the leg, irrevocably destroying something expensive,
Getting dirt on our Sunday best, or disgracing ourselves.
OR
All of the depressed souls who once heard
“For you I have no faith.”
“For you there is no hope.”
“You, you have no strength.”
“You can’t go that far. You can’t go that fast…”
REPLACED. DELETED. REBRANDED.
What if these people heard,
“How can I help?”
“I give you my support.”
“I can try to give you what you need.”
“I will lift you up.”
“Let me remove the road block.
“Together we can get over this mountain.”
My goodness.
How many books, scholars, skyscrapers, and inventions could
Could manifest with a bit of trust.
Here’s the paint. Here are the bricks. Here’s the architecture paper.
Here’s the videographer. The director. And the picture taker.
Here’s the money. Here’s the net. Here’s the great teacher.
Here’s the faith. And the lover. The non-judgmental preacher.
When we make the choice to delete can’t from our lives
We cultivate personal strength. Nurture creativity. Build confidence.
Allowing people to believe that they deserve a chance
To break all of the rules and conventions
Allowing room to create unique designs and inventions.
Remove from one’s thinking that an idea may fail
And perhaps some can be saved from depression, abuse, and jail
Because they’ve been made to feel that they’re worthless and useless.
What if instead of earning PHDs – pull him downs
We decided to set the ground as the outer frontier of our
Ambition and decided to call the earth first gear?
Driving hard and fast isn’t the intention
Rather, it’s reaching beyond status quo and convention.
Open the doors of our minds, churches, countries, and homes,
To see who and how much light would flow through the doors.
Would we build higher? Dive deeper? Swim harder? Live
Better
Better get ready. Better march on. Because as soon as you start climbing
You should never come down.
Rise up. Seize the future. Seek that progress that you
You can
Because all that will exist is all that can be built with your two hands.
As engineers, environmentalists, historians, artists, actors, plumbers, cleaners,
Secretaries, assistants
No matter where you get
Get your start
All that matters is how you get to the top.
Everybody can win. Everyone can succeed.
Just let us delete that word and help one another get what we need.
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