Impossible

¿Where's the "enough" when fighting for something impossible? ¿Is there a line someone drew somewhere which shouts out loud "Good job, you reached as far as you could, you can surrender now."? ¿Does leaving that half done marks us with a never ending shame born of our capitulation? Hell no.

Some things are simply bound not to happen. No matter how hard we try, there are certain paths that can never be followed until the end; sometimes the ship's course is fix and the only doubt left is if we'll sink with it or we'll just leave before that happens.

These unattainable objectives always originate from something we already knew difficult. Conquering a heart, finishing a song, finding the right rhyme, solving a problem, helping someone... Sometimes we just take too long to realize that something is as impossible as it looks; on other occasions it is plain obvious.

Still, most of the times we just ignore the obvious and keep on working towards that unreachable thing as if it was possible. We shut our eyes, disconnect from our hearing and leave reality behind just for the sake of denying the evidence; we don't want our whole work to vanish, we don't want it to be worthless. Still, sometimes we accept the impossible as such. We face it and accept what cannot be, assimilating that we will never achieve what we were aiming for.

And what's wrong with it? Surrendering doesn't make us weak, it's no reason to be ashamed of. Being unable to do something is normal, we all have our limits. But that doesn't mean that our countless hours of work invested in such an objective are worthless, that's no reason to dump it all and jump off the train.

The thing about an impossible is not reaching it; it's about the road we followed, about the steps we made. Although we can be saddened by the unattainable, sometimes the thrill of the hunt is what makes it all worth. Realizing that you're closing up the distance between you and your target, never forgetting that you'll never reach it. Every stone we step on, every breeze caressing our soul, every drop of sweat reaching the ground; that is what makes the impossible beautiful.