What would it take to become a professional golfer? What if I quit my job and dedicated myself to finding a golf coach, learning how to swing and practicing hour after hour, day after day hitting a golf ball how and where I wanted? Could it be done with, say, $50k? And suppose I made my goal to qualify for the Senior Tour (a.k.a. the Champions Tour) at age 50? That would give 13 years to learn the game. Possible or not possible? (note: I’m reading Open by John Feinstein, which is about the 2002 U.S. Open at Bethpage). Are these kinds of musings just fantasy? What makes something doable anyway? What percentage of our lives are spent simply doing the easier thing? How many of us are really doing what we want to do? We’re fortunate to have the luxury to even think of such a question, but that doesn’t make answering it any easier.
My quick answer would be that nothing is impossible. Which also reminds me of the lyrics to a song from The Wizard of Menlo Park, a musical about Thomas Edison that we did back in 4th grade at good old Shadyside Academy.
Nothing is impossible, if you try.
You’ll be sure to work it out by and by.
Never say quit. Never say die.
So why don’t you give it a try?
So my mind may be stuck in 4th grade, naive positivism . Thrilling. I had the only speaking part in the musical, that of a patent clerk. My lines were something like, “Patent #xxxxxx, thank you very much Mr. Edison!” In a more interesting and better musical called The Point, I played Oblio’s wise and faithful pooch named Arrow. I even got my own song to sing solo called “Life Line,” details of which are better kept in a locked vault for eternity.
Correction: The song “Nothing is Impossible” is from the play The Electric Sunshine Man