Pair of nickels worth of wishes, let`s hope this makes them count. |
I know all about dreams, dreaming, and falling asleep in the car the way most of my media counterparts can only dream about. Some of them fall asleep in such instances, but embarrassingly few would ever admit it, no matter how valid it is. I'm not encumbered by such artificial limits, and I guess my age affords me the opportunity to be so candid.
Once a year you get the chance to place and make a wish, but you have to blow out a mad array of candles to get to it, and they're invariably placed so very far apart that you can't possibly get them all blown out in a single gust of lungy-windage, try as you may.
It's not for a sincere lack of effort, lung capacity or hearty courage, but rather a cautiously employed spacing of combustible sticks of paraffin, many of which too well-gapped to ever allow junior lungs to gust them out. Imagine if you could have these same sorts of wishes granted with equal probability, just by the luxury of purchasing your outcome.
The wishing wells and/or fountains are better even than the birthday cake, because they're every bit as legitimate and binding in outcome as the cake is, but instead of having parents who work against you, you just have to pick out, pick up, and throw down your monetary denominations of nickels real or plugged, whilst making your wish and tossing it into the brine that is the soup of dreams.
Left - Maybe it's just the new camera, and I don't know, but I swear I look exceptionally charming in this shot... yeah, no, it's not just me, I'm confident that's concensus.
Call me simple if you like, but I'll accept it only because I know I am. It's not just good, it's better than that, it's bad. Good times, no? No, I know, but no, I still know.
So if you have a dream worth dreaming and a penny, nickel, dime or quarter worth dumping in a pool of water incapable of understanding what a dream is, what it might mean, or to whom such a dream might mean so much you can buy this same sort of cosmic favor.
You don't have to be a good Christian, believe in Karma or even use your own coins; your dreams can come true just the same.
All things being equal, which I've never even pretended that they are, I'll suggest this better dream-having-come-true scenario instead. I suggest you be haphazardli-luckily come out on top with an outcome better than the very dream itself... and that's having parents who care about you the way you wish they would.
Above - Dominic may not have fully understood the value of pausing to wish at the well, and I suspect it because he's obviously out of the loop on the whole "waiting for the camera" thing, so in this shot you can see me holding to pose while he's not even pausing to throw. Maybe that makes my wish more valid, I can only hope.
Dream about it if it helps you, or wake up and live the dream. If you're reading this it's too late to pick your parents but it's not too late for you to pick what sort of parent you'll be to your irreplaceable children. Make today the day that you give them that much more than they could ever dream of.
Don't replace love with expensive toys and don't replace disappointment with excuses, justifications or any amount of purely financial remunerations. Your job is the thing that needs the quantity time, your kids are the ones that need your quality time. If not now, don't even bother asking yourself when. If not sooner than later, just admit today it isn't going to happen. My Dad has given up more in profession than it's worth in terms of anything but personal success in terms of us kids being his best kids, right under his watchful eye.And we're all the more blessed for it.
I'll cap this off now, because if you haven't gotten the message already by now, it's easy to argue that you never will. Make your dream your reality, and if you don't believe you can I'll argue you suffer a critical lack of imagination.
Above - Once I let loose with the flying chuckery of my enfisted coin, all I could pray was that I had remembered to make a wish in advance. I'm not 100% sure I did, though I fairly suspect I caught the gist of it. I know my dad made a wish, and it didn't come true. He wished he had pennies to give us for the fountain instead, but all he had was nickels, and if he wanted a second shot at the pictures, it would have been nothing but dimes. Sucker!
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