I was thinking the other day about wishes and hopes and dreams. Wishes are like those fairytales you read and fall into when you’re a child, and then somewhere along the way, you grow up and apparently grow out of believing in them. Their power suddenly holds no allure or magic for you. Maybe you’ve lived life and seen just too much of “reality” to think that anything even remotely magical or splendid could ever happen to you ever again.
But why do we have to grow out of our wishes? Wouldn’t it be great if we were given tickets like this and could collect on our wishes like we did with the cool prize counter at Chuck-E-Cheese when we were little?
Here are some things I’d wish for:
*The chance to see my father again, even if only for a day
*The ability to throw caution to the wind more often
*1,000 Sundays of sunshine
*A soda fountain in my bedroom
*My own column in Glamour magazine
*A Prince Charming with lots of quirks
So what do you wish for?
[Photo via Sweet as a candy]
Damsels says
wishes are the only thing that make me feel young again nowadays
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beth♥ says
Ah … you wish for a Prince Charming w/ lots of quirks. I wish for One Hot Geek!
K @ Blog Goggles says
Ooh, a column in Glamour. I can dig it.
Viewtiful_Justin says
I'd wish for wall-to-wall built-in shelves. Mmmhmmm.
And…maybe no more bills. I hate bills.
Melissa says
Justin, I would totally love shelves like that! 🙂
Cross Country Home Services says
Wouldn't it be great if we were given tickets like this and could collect on our wishes like we did with the cool prize counter at Chuck-E-Cheese when we were little?