We're All Wasted. Every Last One Of Us.

11:11 November 11, 2011.

Why do we wish?

I think we wish because we want something that we can't have, maybe that's a car, or a toy for a child, or for our secret crush to finally notice us, to be pretty enough, or good enough, etc. etc. etc. For others it might be something different, like for everything to turn out okay, for a loved one battling sickness who was diagnosed to have 2 weeks to live to somehow pull through. What do all of these have in common?

Happiness. All of these things would bring us happiness in some way, shape, or form. But only temporary happiness. A man would be happy with his new sports car until he sees a new model that he likes more. The child would be content with the toy until she sees a commercial for something else. A teen happy with their crush until the new boy enrolls in school. Nobody wishes to be unhappy.

Who are we wishing to? Where are these selfish little prayers going? Who fulfills these desires that we have?

Let's go back to "selfish little prayers."

That's what wishes are. Selfish little prayers. Something that we want to make ourselves happy. Even if we're wishing for something for someone else, if that wish were to come true, it would make us happy.

We wish for hope. We hope that everything will turn out okay. We hope for happiness.