Whenever my friends and I played the game 3 Wishes, invariably our last wish would always be for a more wishes. Depending on the stage of our life, the other wishes would include the ability to fly or be invisible, a new bike, to date the person we currently had a crush on, and maybe that promotion at work we were waiting for. But, without hesitation our final wish would always be for more wishes.
Now that I'm older I don't ask for more wishes, in fact I rarely wish at all. It isn't that I don't believe that wishes can come true, rather I want to believe that in some way I can do something to make my only hope come true: that all of humanity can live as one people under one love.
Wishes are a funny thing. They bring us hope. The help us hold on to the knowledge that maybe things will happen for the better. They reinforce the joy we need to feel in the moment we need to feel it. Of course, maybe that's because we never wish for anything bad to happen. In fact, most times when we wish for something it's to benefit ourselves materialistically.
What I would wish for, I suppose, is that I can somehow make a difference in someone's life that brings them closer in relationship with God, others, and themselves; a relationship filled with unconditional love.
And for my last wish...
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