Things We Forget

My first wish would be to truly understand myself. The second, to forgive myself. The third, to outgrow the need for both.

If a genie appeared, I’d wish to no longer need wishes — only wisdom to create meaning from what is.

I’d wish to see the divine in every person, to speak only what uplifts, and to love without ownership.

Three wishes: awareness of what matters, the discipline to live by it, and the humility to know I’ll still forget.

I’d ask for the courage to face truth, the grace to accept it, and the strength to act with kindness despite it.

My wishes? To want less, to see clearly, and to live fully in the present — the only real magic there is.

I’d wish for peace that isn’t dependent on circumstance, love that doesn’t fade with time, and wisdom that outlives me.

If granted three wishes, I’d ask for understanding — of myself, of others, and of why we all keep searching for more.

If I was given three magic wishes, I would wish for total health for myself and my loved ones, world peace, and the ability to speak any language.