The far end of possibilities

When I was younger, my world was limitless. I had rainbows for breakfast. I sang to the butterflies and changed the colour of their wings. I could fly to the moon and bring along the planets to my rooftop. The air I inhaled was loaded with endless possibilities. Soon I was cursed with knowledge that shrunk my world into the size of a fist. Facts and figures replaced curiosity. Boundaries were drawn between the possible and the impossible; between the finite and the infinite; between the real world and the fictional. My eyes could no longer see beyond an established truth. Sadly, in the pursuit of knowledge, I had given away my wings of imagination too soon. Isn’t it time to awaken the little heart, beating softly, at the far end of possibilities?

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