As children, I think most of us are told (taught?) that if we “want something enough,” if we “wish for it,” dreams can come true. Later on, as ‘tweens, teens and young adults, we get a slightly revised, updated/corrected version: “If you work hard enough, anything is possible.” Anything? Really?
I have to admit, as a child, I blew on hundreds of dandelions and never seemed to get what I wished for – OK, maybe sometimes. See, the thing is, children are gullible/have short memories and by the time we should have been realizing our wishes had yet to be fulfilled, we had moved on to another, different wish, so we forgot.
We forgot what we had originally hoped for… Forget our wish had gone unanswered… Forget we were for a time brokenhearted and disappointed…
Sadly, as an adult, I sometimes worry that my “wisher” is broken. It isn’t that I have forgotten HOW to wish, it just seems pointless now. Wishes rarely come true (although – to be fair and honest – I wished The Universe would send me a forever love and he appeared, so…). Wishing seems a fruitless pursuit.
And what is left when wishing is no longer an option? Hard choices.
I have several hard choices to make in my life – and soon. What I find difficult about hard choices is that they never seem to present themselves one at a time – it is always MANY hard choices at a time. Hard choices suck enough by themselves, let alone in a “gang.” It is difficult enough to make one hard choice, let alone several, which makes me wish I could still just “wish” it would all be OK. ALL of it. Hey – maybe that’s why there are so many little pieces to a dried dandelion. Maybe I have been wishing incorrectly all along; maybe I should make several wishes at once, close my eyes, hope with a loving and open heart and gently blow on the biggest, most wish-rich dandelion I can find. Hmmmm. Wish me luck?