Wednesdays were my social recharge day. Well, it used to be that day, when I was still holed up in the room without anything to do except college.
Now, as I already work and have a few friends, Wednesdays are no longer that day. It becomes the day it should be, the cell group day.
Last Wednesday we talked about love, hope, and faith. In the end a question was thrown: what is it you are wishing about right now?
That question got me sighing.
Wish?
I wish I would be brave to wish for something.
I made a wish before my birthday. Not a great wish, just a really simple, silly wish. It started not even as a wish, it started as a need that grew a wild imagination that became vividly real so I started to wish it would happen.
My wish came true. Almost true to my silly, uncomfortably vivid daydream.
So, yeah, I am currently afraid of wishing, or even imagining something.
What would I do if it become real?
If it did become real, can I be responsible about it? Could I afford it?
Do I know any better to make such wish?
Yeah, I feel stupid for thinking like this.
I feel like a coward.
I feel anxious and tired.
Ah, decisions, decisions!
