Dwelling in Possibility

Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. She was a woman ahead of her time, an innovator, full of a fiery kind of spirit you only see come around a couple of times every century. One of Dickinson’s most notable prose: “I dwell in possibility” continues to resonate with me. Probably because of my admiration for that particular skill. Yes, skill. Now, most people wouldn’t remotely consider dwelling in or on anything a skill. However, I disagree.

Dickinson demonstrates that there are some things worth dwelling upon. For her, I think she dwelled in her poetry. As for me, I dwell in aspiration. In a way, it is what defines me, as her poetry defined her. My ambition is overwhelming to some, inspiring to others, and at times can be personally exhausting. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, in fact, I don’t think I know any other way to be. In this poem she describes something so profound, boundless, and infinite, which happens to be exactly how I feel about the law. I like to draw a parallel between Dickinson’s work and my own future work. See, in her own way, despite being somewhat of a recluse, she lived a life in the service of others. Unbeknownst to her, she has touched so many lives with her words.

We may never know the true impact we have on others in our lifetime. Which is precisely why we all should heed her wise words – dwell in whatever brings us joy, dwell on what we hope to achieve, dwell in possibility – the possibility of something more for yourself, or for others, or both.