The Impossible Dream


One of my favorite musicals is the “Man of la Mancha” which features the principal song, “The impossible Dream.” Jailed during the Spanish Inquisition for offending the church, author Miguel De Cervantes is forced to act out one of his manuscripts for the entertainment of fellow inmates. There he tells the story of Don Quixote, the chivalrous knight whose choice to see life as it should be, not as it is, takes him into battles with an imaginary foe. Don Quixote, in his insanity, was able to see the beauty in the mist of a chaotic world.

I too, choose to see the world as it should be rather than the reality that hits me in the face on a daily basis. I watch the neighborhood kids around the church walk to school and in my mind I imagine the great things they will accomplish. I imagine them coming from loving homes, where both parents are there and engaged in their children’s lives. I imagine them going into a classroom where their teacher is excited about educating all children and ensuring they have the fundamentals that are needed to succeed in society.

I see a work where the churches, on every corner, are concerned about the welfare of humanity as a whole and not building little individual kingdoms. I see a place where the hungry is fed, the naked is clothed and the sick is visited.

Just like Don Quixote, I am awaken with a heavy dose of crime, violence, hate, selfishness and irresponsibility. These are the words that fueled his insanity to see this world as it should be, not as it is:

“To dream the impossible dream. To fight the unbeatable foe. To bear with unbearable sorrow. To run where the brave dare not go. To right the unrightable wrong. To love pure and chaste from afar. To try when your arms are too weary. To reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest, to follow that star. No matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause.

And the world will be better for this: That one man, scorned and covered with scars, Still strove, with his last ounce of courage, To reach the unreachable star…”

C. McGill Brown
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