Life’s Wishing Cycles
Dec 31, 2022
I learnt to let go of my wishes a long time ago.
Last time I wished was for ghost to be real,
it was when my dad passed.
I wished ghost were real, I wished he’d come visit sometime, I wished I’d dream about his chuckle, his smell, his dilapidated walk.
That never came true.
And I learnt not to wish.
Now, the longest afternoon of my life, mum’s in icu and time is infinite.
I wish again, and again, and again. I wish for life.
At this point, I’ve realised,
the only wish you get is the willpower to wish through life.
I wish I always wish life through.