Whatever you’re going for, it better be worth it. Even if things blow up in your face.
Iceman
the endless possibility… how much has been obsessed over this one simple little word? you find it in the reasoning behind physics, the aspiration of men, the dawn of a new day, the movements of even the little honey bee.
grace
It might be the possibility that frightens me
Having never really framed it in that way I know that
It is the uncertainties that make me anxious
Not knowing what the future will be
Unsure of how to get where I want to be
My breath catches in my chest
it is what could be, what is to come, and mainly it seems to mean to us what we hope as people. it is unknown and never for certain, but it seems to me what possible is spoken of, it is mainly in the sense of the good things in our future that have yet to occur. sometimes though, possibility is a mere cover up, soothing what we know will never be.
Meaghan
There were so many things that he could’ve done with his life. At least that was what his father had told him, ruffling his hair and walking away, as he always did.
Well, he’d shown him.
He’d shown him, hadn’t he?
Emir dropped the kitchen knife. It clattered to the ground, scattering droplets of blood on the kitchen floor.
There once was a boy who had the world at his hands. He was someone who was full of promise and possibilities. His name was Alex. I liked him.
Paige
the possibility of everything being coincident is not something i like to think about. its not of the mind and matter and of anything useful. i wish i could try harder once in a while without the fear of anothers eyes on mine. try hard, play hard.
alexander
There is a possibility of anything in day to day life. It’s a possibility I might die today, or one of my best friends might die. It’s a possibility I might fall in love, or even out of. Life is full of looming possibilities… and probabilities. And we should really live life to the fullest, every second we can.
Mollie Bryan
LIfe has so many possibilities available and just think how often we don’t take them. What if it is possible that we are missing out on some of the greatest times of our lifes. IS that possible?
cLrineyy
Twelve children flocked around Sprinkles the Clown, rifling through his pockets. “Give me a balloon! Give me a toy!” they chanted, not even considering the possibility that a clown could have a bad stomach virus. “Please…” said the dyspeptic merry maker, “…you’ve got to move back!” The children laughed and cajoled, pushing and kicking him. “Give me something! Give me something!” they yelled.
The cramps doubled him over in agony. This allowed Billy to pull off his pink wig while Carlo grabbed his plastic nose, scraping the bilious buffoon’s face, which then erupted a gallon of acrid, gastric rainbow. The deluge splashed all over the pint-sized mob.
Wiping his ear-to-ear grin, Sprinkles said, “Ask and ye shall receive. You’re welcome.”
richpee
I forced my eyes to blink, and stared forward stunned. My limbs trembled and I tried to make words come through me, but couldn’t.
There was a whole world out there, one filled with all kinds of sights, smells, sounds… Things he had never experienced before; places he had never been to. The land outside of the island was wholly new to him and he longed to see what was out there– to explore as much as he could.
I’d rather be alone
than have the possibility
of stress and indecision.
Thinking every move you make
means something
to someone
at some time.
Thinking that you’re not
good enough,
like an ant crawling on a log
on a celery stick,
stuck in the peanut butter,
losing its track of where it came from,
who it was before.
I’d rather be alone
than find the possibility
of a ruined relationship,
a torn friend,
a broken dream.
I’d rather be alone
than find the possibility
of love.
Love, like life, is full of possibilities. Full of ups and downs, good times and bad, challenges and laughter. I look forward to finding the challenges and seeing them through. To hearing your laughter and your mockery of it. To feeling you reach out and touch me for the first time, finally unafraid of all that is possible.
dreams. destiny. opportunity. choices. to pursue? or sit on the couch. to enjoy. to love. to live life. the idea of something more. you need to know that there are endless ones in your future.
Amy Carpenter
i like to think about all the possibilities that there are before acting, and i never end up doing anything because i can never choose just one. possibility equals choices, and i can’t deal with choices. i am afraid of picking something wrong, and having to deal with that consequence for the rest of my life.
sam
possibility. this word holds so much power. the possibility that someone can be cured from a disease. the possibility that a miracle can occur. the possibility that true love can flourish between mere friends? who knows? only time will tell.
agirl
Everyone’s always telling me how abundant the possibilities are, but all my life everything has just been so narrow. Everything but my own imagination. And I’m suffocating, because my world isn’t big enough to hold all of the possibilities I have created, all of the possibilities I’m still creating.
There are so many ways in which i can direct my life. This first love, this first kiss, could lead to something beautiful. However, in light of these beautiful, extraordinary, out of this world possibilities, i can help but doubt.
MF
possibility is the only thing that is sure, the only thing that is always there. Without possibility we have nothing to live for, no reason to care or try. Life is full of possibilities. That is what life is about.
Christina
There’s always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, always a light at the end of the tunnel, but often it’s hard to see. In the midst of our struggle, there’s no light and no possibility. It’s overwhelming. But that’s when you learn to trust. To lean on someone other than yourself and find hope. Hope is always a choice…. John 16:33. Read it; it changed my life.
Amy Greenlee
Possibility refers to the chance that something, usually something extraordinary if it’s important enough to think about, can happen.
Muri
The blank page with the pencil ready. Where do I go from here? The possibilities are endless, how can I possibly choose? What would make me happy to write, but what would make others happy to read?
There’s an infinite possibility that nothing exists outside my own mind. Everyone I know is a figment of my imagination. Parts of myself, reflected in others. But does it matter? Why shouldn’t I believe what makes me happiest, if I’m just going to end up dying? I know that’s morbid, but it begs the question, why should I tell anyone else what to believe, if what makes me happy doesn’t necessarily do the same for them?
laine bruzek
Steven knew he would end up alone again tonight, but he often liked to relish in the possibility of taking someone home. It was a moot point, though, he was aware of the disdain he drew out in people’s faces when he spoke his mind.
Sean
theres a possibility that my vagina may have ladys speed stick inside of it. There is also a possibility that my husband put it there while i was asleep. The possibilitys are endless.
skeeter
there is little possibility that things will turn around from this point. he’s already saying that he loves her so much. I can’t possibly expect him to love me. I can’t ask him to. If I wish for it, I’m being selfish to rob that wonderful girl of his wonderful qualities. even though I love them.
There are endless possibilities in the world. We can choose to explore these possibilities and open our eyes to the potential in our lives or we can see these possibilities as threats and view them with fear, thereby limiting our potential experience of the world and its infinite “possibilities.”
slf
there was a time when anything was possible. Not invisible, not higher than the mountain. but possible. everyone had everything, and everyone could fly, and everyone reached their dreams. then they came, and took it all away. it was the darkness, it was the sadness. the possibility had died. and my mother told me never to give up ,not ever, but sometimes its too hard.
Alex
There are so many possibilities. The possibility that you’ll lose something or someone, the possibility that you aren’t doing the right thing, or the possibility that you never know what the future may hold. Life is measured in these possibilities.
Emily
endless possibilites, could go on forever and noone knows if they can reach their true potential because they don’t know how high their true potential really is. if you set the bar low you will not be disappointed except that you will be disappointed, you will not feel fulfilled because you will know deep down that you can do more.
Laura
Oh, the possibilities of living without you.
You, always on my mind. You, always in my thoughts.
Do you know the freedom it would bring to forgetforgetforget everything you’ve ever meant to me?
The possibilities were endless. By allowing me to go to America, they were giving me the possibility to achieve my dreams. Why in America, your grasp is as far as your reach, so they say. My life had once seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing me, engulfing me in its darkness. But I came to America and realized that there was a way out, and I knew, that my life had only just begun.
the possibility of happiness. possibility. such a funny concept. why isn’t anything certain. like probability, a useless concept. everything should be yes and no, no grey or uncertainty in between. why do we construct possibility?
Kim Kemper
Hope. A new view. A new jumping off point. The ability to grow. Learning to see with new eyes.
Michelle
There is a possibility that i will be someone, someday. There is also a possibility that i will die tomorrow. anything is possible they say, although many things seem impossible, you must believe.
What is a possibility? A lot of things. Every second is a possibility. For life, for death, for love, and for hate. Every possibility has an outcome. That could change you forever…
Will Bosha
The possibility of achieving what ever you desire depends on how deeply you believe you can achieve your dream. No hedging, no little voice telling you it won’t happen. Just full force belief in yourself and the goodness of those around you who can help you make it happen. Believe in yourself!
The possibility was endless. What could it possibly be? I don’t know what you did, but the possibility of it being real in my life is slim to none. What are the possibilities of it happening for you? I don’t know anything as fact, I can only play the possibility.
There’s always a possibility.
The question is whether or not to shoot for it.
You could end up wasting your time for nothing.
You could end up using your time for everything.
Whatever you’re going for, it better be worth it. Even if things blow up in your face.
the endless possibility… how much has been obsessed over this one simple little word? you find it in the reasoning behind physics, the aspiration of men, the dawn of a new day, the movements of even the little honey bee.
It might be the possibility that frightens me
Having never really framed it in that way I know that
It is the uncertainties that make me anxious
Not knowing what the future will be
Unsure of how to get where I want to be
My breath catches in my chest
it is what could be, what is to come, and mainly it seems to mean to us what we hope as people. it is unknown and never for certain, but it seems to me what possible is spoken of, it is mainly in the sense of the good things in our future that have yet to occur. sometimes though, possibility is a mere cover up, soothing what we know will never be.
There were so many things that he could’ve done with his life. At least that was what his father had told him, ruffling his hair and walking away, as he always did.
Well, he’d shown him.
He’d shown him, hadn’t he?
Emir dropped the kitchen knife. It clattered to the ground, scattering droplets of blood on the kitchen floor.
There once was a boy who had the world at his hands. He was someone who was full of promise and possibilities. His name was Alex. I liked him.
the possibility of everything being coincident is not something i like to think about. its not of the mind and matter and of anything useful. i wish i could try harder once in a while without the fear of anothers eyes on mine. try hard, play hard.
There is a possibility of anything in day to day life. It’s a possibility I might die today, or one of my best friends might die. It’s a possibility I might fall in love, or even out of. Life is full of looming possibilities… and probabilities. And we should really live life to the fullest, every second we can.
LIfe has so many possibilities available and just think how often we don’t take them. What if it is possible that we are missing out on some of the greatest times of our lifes. IS that possible?
Twelve children flocked around Sprinkles the Clown, rifling through his pockets. “Give me a balloon! Give me a toy!” they chanted, not even considering the possibility that a clown could have a bad stomach virus. “Please…” said the dyspeptic merry maker, “…you’ve got to move back!” The children laughed and cajoled, pushing and kicking him. “Give me something! Give me something!” they yelled.
The cramps doubled him over in agony. This allowed Billy to pull off his pink wig while Carlo grabbed his plastic nose, scraping the bilious buffoon’s face, which then erupted a gallon of acrid, gastric rainbow. The deluge splashed all over the pint-sized mob.
Wiping his ear-to-ear grin, Sprinkles said, “Ask and ye shall receive. You’re welcome.”
I forced my eyes to blink, and stared forward stunned. My limbs trembled and I tried to make words come through me, but couldn’t.
the possibility is wide open
There was a whole world out there, one filled with all kinds of sights, smells, sounds… Things he had never experienced before; places he had never been to. The land outside of the island was wholly new to him and he longed to see what was out there– to explore as much as he could.
I’d rather be alone
than have the possibility
of stress and indecision.
Thinking every move you make
means something
to someone
at some time.
Thinking that you’re not
good enough,
like an ant crawling on a log
on a celery stick,
stuck in the peanut butter,
losing its track of where it came from,
who it was before.
I’d rather be alone
than find the possibility
of a ruined relationship,
a torn friend,
a broken dream.
I’d rather be alone
than find the possibility
of love.
Love, like life, is full of possibilities. Full of ups and downs, good times and bad, challenges and laughter. I look forward to finding the challenges and seeing them through. To hearing your laughter and your mockery of it. To feeling you reach out and touch me for the first time, finally unafraid of all that is possible.
dreams. destiny. opportunity. choices. to pursue? or sit on the couch. to enjoy. to love. to live life. the idea of something more. you need to know that there are endless ones in your future.
i like to think about all the possibilities that there are before acting, and i never end up doing anything because i can never choose just one. possibility equals choices, and i can’t deal with choices. i am afraid of picking something wrong, and having to deal with that consequence for the rest of my life.
possibility. this word holds so much power. the possibility that someone can be cured from a disease. the possibility that a miracle can occur. the possibility that true love can flourish between mere friends? who knows? only time will tell.
Everyone’s always telling me how abundant the possibilities are, but all my life everything has just been so narrow. Everything but my own imagination. And I’m suffocating, because my world isn’t big enough to hold all of the possibilities I have created, all of the possibilities I’m still creating.
There are so many ways in which i can direct my life. This first love, this first kiss, could lead to something beautiful. However, in light of these beautiful, extraordinary, out of this world possibilities, i can help but doubt.
possibility is the only thing that is sure, the only thing that is always there. Without possibility we have nothing to live for, no reason to care or try. Life is full of possibilities. That is what life is about.
There’s always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, always a light at the end of the tunnel, but often it’s hard to see. In the midst of our struggle, there’s no light and no possibility. It’s overwhelming. But that’s when you learn to trust. To lean on someone other than yourself and find hope. Hope is always a choice…. John 16:33. Read it; it changed my life.
Possibility refers to the chance that something, usually something extraordinary if it’s important enough to think about, can happen.
The blank page with the pencil ready. Where do I go from here? The possibilities are endless, how can I possibly choose? What would make me happy to write, but what would make others happy to read?
There’s an infinite possibility that nothing exists outside my own mind. Everyone I know is a figment of my imagination. Parts of myself, reflected in others. But does it matter? Why shouldn’t I believe what makes me happiest, if I’m just going to end up dying? I know that’s morbid, but it begs the question, why should I tell anyone else what to believe, if what makes me happy doesn’t necessarily do the same for them?
Steven knew he would end up alone again tonight, but he often liked to relish in the possibility of taking someone home. It was a moot point, though, he was aware of the disdain he drew out in people’s faces when he spoke his mind.
theres a possibility that my vagina may have ladys speed stick inside of it. There is also a possibility that my husband put it there while i was asleep. The possibilitys are endless.
there is little possibility that things will turn around from this point. he’s already saying that he loves her so much. I can’t possibly expect him to love me. I can’t ask him to. If I wish for it, I’m being selfish to rob that wonderful girl of his wonderful qualities. even though I love them.
There are endless possibilities in the world. We can choose to explore these possibilities and open our eyes to the potential in our lives or we can see these possibilities as threats and view them with fear, thereby limiting our potential experience of the world and its infinite “possibilities.”
there was a time when anything was possible. Not invisible, not higher than the mountain. but possible. everyone had everything, and everyone could fly, and everyone reached their dreams. then they came, and took it all away. it was the darkness, it was the sadness. the possibility had died. and my mother told me never to give up ,not ever, but sometimes its too hard.
There are so many possibilities. The possibility that you’ll lose something or someone, the possibility that you aren’t doing the right thing, or the possibility that you never know what the future may hold. Life is measured in these possibilities.
endless possibilites, could go on forever and noone knows if they can reach their true potential because they don’t know how high their true potential really is. if you set the bar low you will not be disappointed except that you will be disappointed, you will not feel fulfilled because you will know deep down that you can do more.
Oh, the possibilities of living without you.
You, always on my mind. You, always in my thoughts.
Do you know the freedom it would bring to forgetforgetforget everything you’ve ever meant to me?
The possibilities were endless. By allowing me to go to America, they were giving me the possibility to achieve my dreams. Why in America, your grasp is as far as your reach, so they say. My life had once seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing me, engulfing me in its darkness. But I came to America and realized that there was a way out, and I knew, that my life had only just begun.
the possibility of happiness. possibility. such a funny concept. why isn’t anything certain. like probability, a useless concept. everything should be yes and no, no grey or uncertainty in between. why do we construct possibility?
Hope. A new view. A new jumping off point. The ability to grow. Learning to see with new eyes.
There is a possibility that i will be someone, someday. There is also a possibility that i will die tomorrow. anything is possible they say, although many things seem impossible, you must believe.
What is a possibility? A lot of things. Every second is a possibility. For life, for death, for love, and for hate. Every possibility has an outcome. That could change you forever…
The possibility of achieving what ever you desire depends on how deeply you believe you can achieve your dream. No hedging, no little voice telling you it won’t happen. Just full force belief in yourself and the goodness of those around you who can help you make it happen. Believe in yourself!
The possibility was endless. What could it possibly be? I don’t know what you did, but the possibility of it being real in my life is slim to none. What are the possibilities of it happening for you? I don’t know anything as fact, I can only play the possibility.