Flying in the face of impossible I hate the idea of something being labeled as impossible, the whole concept is both negative and self-defeating. It’s this basic idea of accepting boundaries of what is and isn’t possible that we, in effect, create a reason to lead quiet, boring, and unaccomplished lives. After all, what reason is there for anyone to strive for something great if we already know our dreams are impossible? I believe it’s only through crazy and seemingly impossible...