What do you believe is possible?

The rain has returned. I sat in my car and listened to it after my hour and a half massage. I was so "in it." You know what I mean? Maybe if you saw "Garden State" you catch my drift. My massage therapist, Fawna (so Santa Cruz, I know!), is a sweet gal and it turns out she and I have some stuff in common. While she was massaging me, without even knowing it, tears had started to slip down my cheek. I tell ya, that massage stuff, is some powerful shit. We ended up chatting about heartbreak and how Santa Cruz is overrun with potheads who don't seem like assholes until its too late and how it is hard to be alone. It was nice to have my body touched and nurtured as I have been very neglectful of it as of late. I had a lot of stuff stored up in my muscles that needed working out. I wish I could get massaged every week. I think the world would be a nicer place if more people got massages. Instead of being pent up dickheads, they would be in tune, compassionate people. That's a nice pipe dream, ain't it?

Today I read the following quote: "You are in your life where you are because of what you believe is possible for yourself."

It's pretty profound if you ask me. I'm churning it around in my head. . . What do you think?