Guest post by J. M. Hawkins
I wish, I wish, I wish…
If wishes were fishes you’d have a boatload, and most of them would be dead and stinking. Wishful thinking is wishful stinking, unless you make a wise wish and then make it come true.
Once, a wise one, thinking about the brevity of life and realizing that disease and death would one day overtake him, asked himself, “What do I wish to be doing when I am overtaken?” And once he had made his wish, he made sure that what he had wished was what he was found doing each day. But every so often, he would stop and ask himself, “Is there anything better I could be doing with my life?” And if there was something better, that is what he would do. He would say to himself, “If there is something I want to do with my life, I had better get on with it.”
Today, I’ll make a wish about how I want my life to turn out, and I’ll live that wish today so that, at the end of my life, I won’t be wishing I’d lived.
*The Dear Soul/Dear Life dialogs by J.M. Hawkins are adapted and used by permission. They are excerpted from his collection, Word From Soul City and were used in discussion groups across America in response to the Life That Loves to Happen seminars with Landon Saunders.