I wish, I wish, I wish.
Why do I wish so much? Even at a time when I KNOW everything is so beautifully perfect, I know I'm content and I know I have the right attitude and then comes along a day like this when all I can do is just wish for things. I keep wishing, I keep wishing. And then I think of what I'm wishing for and I know, I know that the only thing left for me to wish for is nothing. I have everything. I wish for nothing. But at the same time, I know I'm wishing. So what am I wishing for?
Noise, Noise, Noise. It all combines to make this delicious...noise.
I wonder.... why do I want, why do I desire, why do I wish when I know I have everything I could wish for? And then it dawns upon me.
I realise, my Wishing Noise, it's not very different from what I have. If what I'm wishing for is nothing, wouldn't that be the same as wishing for exactly what I have? I'm wishing for what I already have and that can show anyone how extraordinarily content I am. I have what I wish for. I have them and you and that and this and there's not a worry in the world and the reason I'm saying all this is... I find it funny that even the most content person I know can have something to wish for. Even when I can't be given the right to wish anymore, I do, because I need it. And that's the wonder of the wish. Even when I have the world, I need to be under the illusion that I still want more.
How very.... human.
If I couldn't wish, would I be as happy as I am?
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