On this day in 1889 a woman set out to do an amazing thing. To beat the fictional trip of Around the World in 80 Days. She did it. It took Nellie Bly 72 days to complete her very REAL trip around the world.
When did we lose this magic? When did the need to dream - to achieve the impossible (or rather the impossible that DIDN'T include winning the nuclear race and ultimate world domination) disappear from the world?
I remember reading as a child and wanting the impossible. Wanting the gateway to Narnia in the back of my closet, wanting to Hitchhike across the galaxy, wanting that train ride cross country just to see what was there. This woman wanted it, and she aimed for it, and she got it. Where has that gone? Why don't we want that anymore? When does the magic of childhood and imagination give up the ghost and slide out of our bodies never to be seen again?
When did we lose this magic? When did the need to dream - to achieve the impossible (or rather the impossible that DIDN'T include winning the nuclear race and ultimate world domination) disappear from the world?
I remember reading as a child and wanting the impossible. Wanting the gateway to Narnia in the back of my closet, wanting to Hitchhike across the galaxy, wanting that train ride cross country just to see what was there. This woman wanted it, and she aimed for it, and she got it. Where has that gone? Why don't we want that anymore? When does the magic of childhood and imagination give up the ghost and slide out of our bodies never to be seen again?
1 comment:
Part of it is the glorification of jadedness...
and the fear of failing/losing/making a fool of yourself.
As a child, those things are foreign.
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