I wish I had a little more money, but I don’t wish it very hard.
I used to wish that I had someone in my life, especially early on, that wanted and supported what was right for the real me (as opposed to wanting what was Best), and sometimes I still do, but that’s (mostly) a willfully dumb indulgence on my part.
Instead, for my new year resolution thing, I’m going to just start wishing that next time I come back, it is as a real boy among the reindeer, and that, even now, this hopelessly deep into civilized times, that they will carry my shelter on a sled, and feed me their own flesh, in caloric emergencies. Take me home, dear real-life Blitzen and Donner Party, to a place where there is no comfort, but only pure glacial melt to drink, and where there are still … wild herds.
I have about as much faith in reincarnation as I do in God, and that’s not a lot.
But even an old boy can dream.
This is my choice, for dreaming on.