Wish

“Starlight, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I make tonight.”

“Blow out all the candles and make a wish!”

“Rub the lamp and the genie will give you three wishes.”

“Throw a coin in the fountain and make a wish!”

Perhaps wishing is something we grow into. Like learning to talk, or walk, or any of those other things that evolve over the course of a lifetime.

I remember wishing for a particular new doll, or tickets to a concert. I remember growing older and wishing for world peace and an end to hunger, but there was that niggling little part of me that thought this was what I was supposed to wish for.

Along with the suppose-to wishes came the knowledge that wishing on stars and holes in the ground is sort of silly….and pointless. Those wishes almost never come true.

Lately I have noticed the little thoughts that pass through my consciousness almost unnoticed. Not grandiose things like wishing for peace, although that would be nice, but more heartfelt things that are closer to the kind of wishes I made as a child. It is just that I don’t believe in wishing now, not so much anyway, so I don’t look for stars, or throw coins into fountains and I don’t want dolls, or concert tickets anymore.

Now my wishes are just those thoughts that people think of when they don’t believe they are wishing at all. Things like, I wish I could just wrap him and his family up in love and keep them warm and safe and happy forever. Or, I wish I could really do something that mattered with the rest of my life. Or, I wish he knew how happy he makes me just by being who he is.

Those are wishes from my heart. Wishes that become the background for all the little stories I imagine, or write.

And those are coming true right and left.