Make A Wish

So after you showed me your hiding place, then we went to the Backyard Garden, and the air was so misty, so beautiful, and we walked down that deserted path, talking about everything under the sun. Then we came to this empty bench, (well actually the whole place was deserted) and then we sat down, and looked at the sky, though not as beautiful as it could have been, but still so clear, and we breathed the fresh morning air, and just sat there pretty much in silence.

Then you asked me if I had wanted to make a wish.

"Wish upon a bird," you said. 

I did.

"I wish that I could take things for what they are, and stop trying to change them according to what I hope they will be." I wished. 

You nodded and agreed. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps it's because life is so fast, and so technical, that we kind of forget to wish don't we? All we know is to do, not to dream, to strive, not to wish, to achieve, not to hope. And I think though I don't tell people my wishes, my dreams, perhaps fearing that they will think that those dreams of mine are too radical, or too dreamy, or just ridiculous, but when you nodded when I said my wish out loud, I felt so accomplished, cuz someone actually thinks that my wish was reasonable, achievable, and logical.

And then we sat there, and the bell rang, and walked towards the quadrangle. I was in a rush, fearing that we would be late, and you said to slow down, cuz we've got plenty of time. And I guess even though that morning was perfect, I was still caught up in the fast paced and monotonous life that I've been stuck in for so long, but you were not. Stuck in this stinking world, you kept the basics of life, the enjoyment and the pleasure of it all. And you never seemed to rush anything, and I used to never understand how some people can just ignore the sense of urgency and take their time, but now I understand.

The faster society gets, the slower we should move.

And then the next morning, you told me that you brought Shing there, to your hiding place, and to the deserted magical place that existed literally right in our backyard. And you said that she didn't get it, and that you wished that everyone was like me. Do you know how honoured I felt?

In that moment, I wanted to tell you, I wish everyone was like YOU.