Prompt: 3 Wishes – If a genie could grant you 3 wishes for 2012, what would they be?
This is so the kind of thing where I know I’d leave out something incredibly important or word something stupidly and end up with a sausage on my nose.
I also can’t look at this prompt without remembering what my dad always told me: For your last wish, ask for three more wishes. I know, there’s usually always a caveat that you can’t ask for any more wishes, either an infinite number or a measly three. There’s no free lunch.
So with all that, even this prompt with no genie in sight makes me unreasonably nervous. But as I’m in the relative safety of my own blog, I’ll venture forth with these:
1. Excellent health that’s not at the expense of something else in our lives, including actual expense and not including death being the ultimate cure (i.e. live out our natural lifespans, please).
2. Dreams/aspirations working out for the best, with the strength to accomplish them, including latent plans for writing and singing–and where I also KNOW it’s worked out for the best. There’s nothing worse than wondering if something would have been great after you passed it by. Maybe that kind of knowledge is too dangerous to have, but hey, it’s my wish.
3. Please let us not blow this planet up or otherwise wreck it past redemption, flora and fauna both. I’m not talking any 2012 crap–though you get enough people believing in that and something stupid will happen–I’m talking the trampling over, under and through our natural resources and the beings that live on them as if we haven’t learned anything all the years we’ve seen fit to reign over this planet. Yeah, this one bugs. We could stand another Age of Enlightenment. I do have hope; if we keep communicating and figuring things out for the benefit of all, we could do amazing things.
So my addendum to this last wish is that we don’t stop talking to each other. It all comes down to the same thing in the end.
Read more fables about the foolish use of wishes! I admit I quit after the first one; rather abrupt and gloomy.
In fact, after reading Ty’s post about wishes and his link to The Monkey’s Paw, I have determined that all these “wishes” stories are conspiring to keep us from wishing without extreme caution–or wishing at all!