I may joke about wanting to live on a small yacht skillfully captained by a gourmet chef who also happens to be a good kisser (the trifecta man, so to speak) … but truth be told, I don’t spend a great deal of time in daydream wishland.
I find wishing to be embarrassing. I think confusing a direct result or coincidence for a granted wish to be downright juvenile. Further, an unawarded wish can expose vulnerability and cause mental anguish. And a wish denied? The loneliest silence of them all.
That being said … I wish I wished more.
I wish I could stop logic from blocking the youthful purity that is my innate desire to want. I wish I didn’t think that if I wished for something it would jinx my chances. Finally, outside of world peace and ending hunger, I wish the things I’d put on my wishlist weren’t associated with personal gain and personal avoidance.
I wish I may, I wish I might …