Close your Eyes and Make a Wish
It’s been twenty years. It looks
like I have a long while to go, too. Which I suppose is a good thing, but
thinking about the world I live in, it might not be. I mean, people are so
worried about the time they have left that they don’t really worry about long
term things. It’s always the small stuff like love, friendship, family, skydiving,
and bungee jumping. No one really cares about the big stuff, like where they
will be in five years. No one thinks that far ahead.
I mean, why would we? Our life spans
are shown right to us, every day, every hour, every waking moment actually. I
once knew this guy, who had an uncle, who just spent his time watching his life
go before his eyes. For some of us, it’s roses or daises. For others, like myself, it’s chrysanthemums or
dandelions. Those of us with the longer life spans tend to look at the world
and our relationships, while the others just try to do as much as they can
while they can.
I
feel really bad for the kids born with tulips or some other flower or weed
printed on their forearms. You know they won’t get to live long enough to enjoy
what you enjoy because they are so close to death. Each year, a petal or
whatever moves off of the plant itself and onto another area of your skin. It’s
close by, like it’s just been blown off by the wind, or ripped off and tossed
aside. That’s how you know how old you are, how much longer you have.
Now, you might be wondering about
suicides, car accidents, and freaks of nature. Those must surely not be taken
into effect, right? Wrong. You have one tiny little thing left on your plant, you’re
feeling fine and dandy, and then ‘BAM!’ A truck hits you while you’re in your
car and that stupid little thing slides right off to another part of your skin.
Some people take it as a sign of God. Great way to know there is one, having
him show us when we are going to die. Thanks for the gift!
But like I said, I have a long way
to go. My dandelion tattoo’s wisps are freckling my skin with twenty seeds
blown against my skin. What I find really funny about this, is that people used
to blow on the damned things to make a wish. Just snuff the life out of
something and pray for a miracle. While looking at the candle and flame in
front of me, I wonder if snuffing out the life of the flame will make my wish
come true. Sure, there isn’t anything I really need, but there is one thing
that I want.
Please, let my child have a life as
long as mine or longer. Let me see a dandelion or a chrysanthemum when it’s born. Don’t let me know that I bore a
child that won’t get a chance to live as long as me. Please.
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