But there are also those longings that aren't goals and can't be, at least not for me. These longings are destined to remain wishes and longings. But, as Audre Lorde said (my favorite quote of all time here, people), "I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood."
So, I thought, why not share my wish list?
people were less hypocritical
wheatgrass tasted better
smart, empathetic people had as much drive as smart, narcissistic people
sugar didn't taste so damn good
cancer would go the fuck away (I truly believe scientists are on the verge of finding the magic potion. I just wish it'd happen now.)
scars weren't attached to such sad memories
joints were less fragile
redheads could go out in the sun
vegetables didn't spoil so quickly
every person who ever called or thought of him or herself as a story writer subscribed to at least two literary journals
cellphone contracts weren't so evil
women who fight for what they believe in would no longer be called a. bitches or b. sensitive/emotional
who you know/are related to counted less than who you are
people in my apartment complex wouldn't feed the deer (that then congregate around us and run back and forth across the major road in front of our apartments)
there was less pressure for everyone to be everything all the time
there was true quiet, every now and then
Image: Christopher J. Shanahan
retirement wasn't a luxury in the U.S.
i had more patience
everyone read novels
everyone read poetry
everyone could read
no one was invisible
caffeine didn't seem so necessary
the common definition of beauty became authenticity instead of the opposite
i could accept things the way they are
Somehow, just by putting them to paper, I feel a little more grounded. Funny how that works. If you'd like, share your wishes with me. I'd love to hear them.
I'll post literary news next week.