Wishes
Ayako Kiyota
one word.
one’s dreams.
one’s longings.
My own wishes; my precious wishes.
…maybe that’s why I stay silent about my wishes.
In my younger years, I would wish for the simplest of things-
Asking for shooting stars and birthday candles for what I believed would make me the happiest.
Silly wishes…
My younger self’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.
My perspective confined to a mind that was small, happy, and beautiful.
Happiness was measured in simplicity and emotions.
I became older; time passed too quickly.
My eyes widened to see the real world.
Unrelenting,
but,
at times,
magnificent.
Happiness was still important, but getting harder to maintain.
I still loved simplicity, but everything else was more complicated.
I can't believe another year of my life is coming to an end.
And I'm amazed that another year is about to start.
All of those wishes; I remember every single one...
...some I am still wishing for.
I gaze at my younger self,
I wish I could tell her what I know now.
I wish I loved every part of me unconditionally in the moment.
So, to all the versions of me;
I hope all your wishes come true.
Editors: Luna Y., Alisha B.
Image Source: Unsplash, Nikhita Singhal
