“If I can,” we say: subjunctive, possible, contingent. The ever-present IF. “I will do” the toddler says. Years later the boundless energy of young adults never stops, never wonders. The chutzpa of youth has no “if” in its vocabulary. Contingent? “Contingent on me!” Until we learn there are rocks on which we break, reality bigger than us, people who care deeply and see differently. They mean no ill, but can't cooperate. So we add one of many “ifs” to our plans and learn to live in the world as it is, instead of how it is in our head.
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