A child’s first breath is as much a miracle for us as it is for the baby. After nine months, oxygen, which previously flowed through the fetus’ veins from the mother’s own blood, now has to be processed by an untested lung — an organ needing such precision and systems coordination that it would put the skills of a NASA technician
Is a lung practical? Is the act of walking with two legs practical in a world where most creatures walk with at least four? Yet everything for this child is possible; everything
it will try.
As children grow up, they learn apathy — or to be more accurate, adults teach them. Limitations are something we learn. The agility of our tongues to say a myriad of “I can’ts” has destroyed our ability to dream. We become so clear and definite on what is or is not possible that we have become predictable. There is no spontaneity left in us. We have lost the spark in our living.
If we could just stop saying, “I can’t,” a new world would open up. Try taking “I can’t” limitations. On Yom Kippur, we affirm: “These mistakes are not me. I can achieve greater and bigger. I only have to try.”
King David told us: “[G-d] opens His hand and gives to all those who want” (Psalm 145:16). In truth, we can do whatever we want. The only condition is that we have to “want.” If we don’t want, then G-d cannot give.
Yom Kippur is a time to return. A time to dream again the wildest of dreams. A time to rethink and regain our refreshing hope in life.
This article was originally published in Kol HaBirah: Voice of the Capital and appears here with permission.