I really don’t like the idea of making wishes, it takes all the responsibility from you to get off your arse to do something and leaves it to the fates. Wishing to be famous/rich/popular/knowledgeable ignores all the hard work required to achieve these goals
Instead of throwing a coin in a fountain keep that penny and use it to start saving to make your wish come true, and rather than hoping your dream will happen go and create the opportunities and seize it.
For example, a post I wrote many years ago on the angrier version of this blog bemoaned the fact I was still a bachelor and I wished something would change. I ranted against the injustice, but didn’t do anything to change the fact that I was still single. Here is that post:
The last time I wasn’t single was over a millennia ago, or to sound less dramatic a century or three decades. Admittedly there is a large degree of creative accounting in how I am counting time.
Since then the dating fisheries have been somewhat barren. Eric Cantona would probably use some form of trawler analogy, but the truth is my nets have been cast over the side of the boat and the catch has come up empty. I am Simon Peter on the Sea of Galilee waiting for a miracle.
It’s less of a case of ‘those that got away’ and more of ‘those that never bit’. Perhaps I am a not that good at angling, maybe I am using the wrong techniques and bait? I wonder if the equipment I use isn’t suited for the job, perhaps if I had a bigger rod or fancier lines I would have more success. If I was to use a shotgun and a barrel I would still not be having fish for tea.
Never tell me that there are plenty of fish in the sea, I have even failed to land a catch when using plentyoffish.com. Even when successful the fish that have been returned to the sea have only gone on to better waters.
So what can be done to resolve this situation?
Perhaps it’s a case of replacing the vessel that I fish in, but until science finds a way to conduct a full body transplant that idea will be stuck in port. I’ve tried chucking my bait here, there and everywhere and all I ended up with was less bait and enthusiasm; and all it seems to do is scare the fish away. I don’t know what it is I am doing wrong; according to others I should be catching plenty.
I should just admit that I am bad angler; and that I should just pack my rod away and play with my tackle when I am alone at home.
Instead of wishing something would change and I would open my arms and have someone fall in them I was presented with an opportunity to start talking to someone. It was going to be hard work as she lived a long way away and it would take some time to get the relationship going, instead of wishing that it would be easier we worked at it. It was hard work, and in some cases still is.
That’s because that person is Mrs G, the fish that didn’t just jump on the boat or escaped the hook. The fish that was worth waiting for.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Coins in the Fountain.”
Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?