I wish I was smarter.
I wish I was prettier.
I wish I was stronger.
I wish someone noticed me.
I wish I was happier.
I wish my family wasn’t falling apart.
I wish my father would dissapear.
I wish I could help my mom.
I wish I had friends.
I wish I never started cutting.
I wish I never started smoking.
I wish I knew what love really is.
I wish I wasn’t the black sheep of my family.
I wish I could knew what a happy marriage looked like.
I wish I could follow my dreams.
I wish…but this is life.
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I wish I had a time machine.
We can wish forever and dream of things we never had. But if we got what we asked for every time, would we truly be happy? Or would we just find more things to want?
@greenparksgirl:
So are you suggesting that we should not wish, just because we’ll always want more?
I think if more people spent more time thinking carefully about what they should actually wish for, we all could probably figure out a way to make the world nearly perfect, through actions, and while we might “still want more” sometimes, the gap between wishes and reality would be far less disparate, and it wouldn’t hurt so bad to have to wish for even just a minimally tolerable life.
@PainNlife:
I’ll see your time machine, and raise you immortality, and the ability to shape reality with my mind… AND, for all humans to possess the capacity to attain that same thing, but through a process of earning it, that always creates an appreciation for using it appropriately, so that we could all work together to coexist, without anyone wanting or needing to hurt each other just to survive.
In such a world, “sport” would be “what can we do without using our special abilities?” Doing things manually would be /fun/, instead of the hard way that everyone strives to avoid.
Yep. This is life. There is no miracle.
Beautiful