To aspire to the unattainable, and imagine the impossible, in a sense we’re making a deal with ourselves.

We’re agreeing that no matter how dedicated we are to cultivating wholesome qualities of mind and heart, no matter how committed we are to saving the world, or at least our own small corner of the world, in our lifetime we will not succeed.

And yet we still do it.

We still dedicate ourselves to being generous, ethical, and patient. We still muster as much joy as we can in the endeavor. We still sit, day in and day out, attaining whatever wisdom might arise.

We know we will not succeed. We know we cannot succeed.

And yet.