Sometimes, I wish …

I wish, sometimes, for differences. I wish for a path unknown; I wish for secrecy that only I can reveal if chosen to do so. I wish, sometimes, for eclectic obscurities; I wish for subtle innuendos and passion.

Sometimes I wish I had the opportunity to do certain things a different way, or even over again. Lessons, you know? Sometimes they are very difficult to learn, but with learning comes a placating understanding that is rife with intuition. Or is it?

I wish, sometimes, that I weren’t so eager and that my balance was more stead-fast; and, I wish, sometimes, that was flawless, but then I realize that without my flaws I might be considered as perfect …. I am far from that.

I wish, sometimes, that I was better than now. More precise, disciplined and …. Worthy … how interesting that I wish for these things, more so when I believe that I already have them, or that they are within my reach.

Some I pay no credence toward, while others I embrace and immerse myself into comfort. But even then is, at times, not long enough. Time passes swiftly and before we know it, what could have been turns into something much more … loss … regret … a chance that was never taken.

The thoughts betray and the will becomes immobile and no amount of cajoling or persuasion can make it go forward. It then becomes stagnant and soon rots, becoming more a cross to bear than wishful thinking. And even then there is doubt!

Enough of the “I wish … “ just do. Take the chance and be firm in your convictions and realign your priorities.

There is but one wish … and I wish, sometimes, to give it all away …