Do you remember when you believed almost anything was possible?   Just imagine how different many of our lives would be if we approached it with the same imagination we had when we were kids. I remember when I was younger, I use to stand on my bed pretending it was a stage and the hairbrush in my hand was a microphone. Into that hairbrush I would sing my heart out, belting out tunes from my favorite singers. I did not think about whether or not my singing was good or bad. It didn’t matter.  All I focused on was what was possible.   As children, we existed in a realm of possibilities. The harshness of reality had not yet numbed us to being…