When I was younger, personal agendas were important. I would call them dreams and most days I had a plan. I’m not for tilting at windmills. Objectives must to be met. My mother was a task master. She taught me discipline. In that kind of environment there wasn’t much room for wishing. That didn’t make me cynical or even unimaginative. If I wanted something, then I would resolutely put a plan in place to reach my goal.
Wishing starts the quest process towards achievement. I see the act of making a wish like some people might view praying. I don’t believe there is a god to answer prayers anymore than I count on others to make my dreams come true. Sometimes I’ve been the lucky recipient of a gift or advice that gets me closer to realizing a dream but generally the achievement has been mine. I like to believe in my own ability. It is important for me to consider possibilities, identify the probabilities then make a decision to act on the most likely scenario. A while back that strategy was called ‘getting to yes’, then it morphed into The Secret (a sort of mystical plan involving seeing your future). Now people are talking about the science behind using your mind to get to the heart of the matter. No matter what language you use the idea is the same: Wish fulfillment.
Everybody has wishes. It makes no difference who you are. And no request is too extreme. I love the Washington/Harline song When You Wish Upon a Star. Here is a beautiful version sung by Sara Bareilles that may help you towards a new understanding of how desires are met.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhwT2jn9qHQ
This song articulates such a beautiful philosophy. It speaks of the mystery of life as well as suggest how things might be resolved. Some might toss a coin into a fountain or find a wishing well. Some might climb a mountain, write a letter to Santa, pull on a turkey wishbone or lie down on warm grass and gaze at clouds. We must never fear a little wishful thinking.
My wife and I love potato chips for a snack. Whoever finds a chip that is folded onto itself has discovered a wish chip. This special morsel must be shared with a kiss while both lovers are making a wish. When we went on an extensive trip to New Zealand, my bride made a manifestation journal of pictures cut from magazines while I created an agenda/itinerary/map. The forethought we put into this trip of a lifetime opened doors to famous places and roads less travelled.
I’m not embarrassed to admit I’m planner. I’m very careful about what I wish for. I normally resist waiting to see what might happen. For me, what starts as a wish will progress through idea/research/consultation/blueprint/rethinking/commitment to execution. I’ve kissed many a wish goodbye. I’ve also revelled in the challenge of getting to that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Catch My Drift? 