Monday, March 31, 2003

Small Wishes

I wish a cup of hot chocolate really could cure everything. I wish life were that simple.

I wish that I had more time now, to spend with the people I love most.

I wish that I could have saved myself the experience of grade school.

I wish that I could feel safe again, warm again. To know in my heart of hearts that everything will be all right at the end of the day.

I wish life could be so accomodating, that life could be less cruel, period - for everyone, especially those whose lives put our most horrible nightmares to shame.

But it seems, if you're standing around waiting for life to be nice to you, you're wasting your time. Oh, it happens, for some people - but I don't think you can demand it. Being deserving or undeserving seems to have nothing to do with it. You can take the credit or the blame for a lot of things, but windfall is windfall. You can bemoan bad luck or quietly appreciate good fortune. Maybe someone, somewhere, is listening. And maybe the Universe doesn't have ears.

I wish I could believe otherwise.