Although I'm a huge fan of poetry, I can only say that I've been to and listened to less than a handful of spoken word events in my life…and they were all because I dated one of the cofounders of Ottawa's Capital Slam, which was years and years ago…so a lot of time has passed since, and although I am not even close to the same person I was philosophically back then, this piece I'm sharing below has always been remembered. I heard it at the first slam I went to and it really stood out to me, it grabbed me. Some might find it too fluffy or feel good or cliche and try to compare it to feelers books like The Secret, but I've always simply liked it because it poses an important question and beckons for more purpose, for a re-evaluation of things. It strives to help you seek truths by asking you questions.
"What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?"…and upon trying to answer this question it is very likely that most would not only find themselves not close to achieving their aspirations, many are not even on the path of pursuit. I could write all day about this but instead I'll just shut up and leave you to listen to the video below in hopes that you enjoy it and that it evokes some thought. :)
"What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?" by Nathanael Larochette
(lyrics below & the piece starts just after 1 minute into the video)
(lyrics below & the piece starts just after 1 minute into the video)
What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?
What would you do if anything you set your mind to would come true?
What would you do if you never had a single doubt whatsoever regarding any endeavour?
If all your beliefs and aspirations were not caught in a box locked by grief from hesitation?
What would you do if every idea you ever released into the seas of your imagination always reached it's destination?
Never sinking unseen from memory, beaten and worn from sleet and storms of hates hail, what would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?
Who would you tell that you knew you couldn't fail?
Who would you tell and confide in share this deep revelation and shine with?
Who would you tell that would understand how you felt and pay attention with concentration without trying to take advantage of your situation?
Who would you tell that would help support your admission, that would listen to this wisdom born from intuition and limitless visions?
What may seem like fantasy but in reality is the truest tale, who would you tell that you knew you couldn't fail?
Where would you go if you knew you couldn't fail?
Where would you go if your thoughts stopped over-counting costs and rather sought to hop over mountain tops?
Where would you go if touching a cloud was as close as a blink and a smile if only you took a second to think for a while?
Where would you go if distances were as diminished as if you were part of a star fleet, if belief in your heart's beat brought your dreams within arms reach?
Where would you go if you could dig to the centre of the earth with your finger nails, grow oceans with hopes motions exploding bigger sails what would you go if you knew you couldn't fail?
When would you realize that you knew you couldn't fail?
When would you realize that all the time you spent waiting, was the same as debating whether or not you should listen to fate sing?
When would you realize that all the strength you've lost in stride was waiting to be refined inside your mind's eye and how much you belief is directly proportionate to what you achieve?
When would you realize that your life's mission was equivalent to combining an infinite glisten with a bright swell and that you control the length and strength of the light trails, when would you realize that you knew you couldn't fail?
But why would you believe that you knew you couldn't fail?
Why would you believe that stress and apathy are actually the cause of all battles and casualties?
Why would you believe that chance and letting it be are like letting your enemy step in-between you and your dance with destiny?
Why would you believe life is worth the fight despite of all the songs we write about the hurt and strife that wrong our rights, why would you believe that all limits are self-conceived, born as the dreams we grieve in beds of self-deceit?
Why would you believe we had everything we need, that when we breath our health reveals that true wealth hides concealed within a frame both real and frail,...
So what would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?
-Nathanael Larochette
