Well Wishes

A little outside of the small house near Ephesus, where it is believed that Virgin Mary spent her last days, is a wall where people write their wishes on a small piece of paper or whatever they can get their hands on and stick them to it. There's plenty of them; thousands, maybe. It's a lot like the love letters left on the walls of Juliet's House in Verona, Italy, and full of wishes like the famous love locks in Paris' Pont des Arts. But since these wishes were left for the Mother Mary, it's more of a prayer than the belief of a myth or an obsession towards a Shakespearean tragedy.

Acceptance. 

What a powerful word for a wish.

picture is my own

Precedents

Hi. Thank you for picking up Shirley and Audrey from their ballet school. I tried to leave my desk just in time, but then that client from Tokyo called and he needs me to save his bourgeois ass. I am so glad your meeting with the Russian gentlemen ended early. It meant a lot to me, and perhaps much more to the girls, because finally their pals get to see the man they're always so proud of. They always had their nanny took them for ice cream straight after ballet, but never did they have their father taking them shopping to get some girly, good luck charm for their recital! Audrey said it made her so happy to see you before dark, before she was tucked in bed, ready for her princess sleep. And Shirley, she thought you looked rather handsome than your usual tired-on-the-weekend self. I know you were excited too; we never deny the fact that these corporate jobs corrupted the time we should've spent with them, but there is nothing we can do as we love these jobs almost as much as we love to see them having the life they deserve. You kept assuring me that they'll be fine. They'll be okay. We're doing the best we can, and it will affect them. They will try to be the best version they can be, too. There are precedents. There may not be a lot, but there are success stories. And I want to believe that. I want so badly to believe that. 

Admiration

Right at this point, I really just need to know someone who is big enough to decide for himself. Someone who is not afraid to decide what's best for him no matter how unpopular that decision was, and at the end of the day, can talk to people and say how proud he is of that decision. He's made no regrets. His life is his own game. And his favourite hashtag is probably #sorrynotsorry.

With/out Recourse

Too often, life is more of a multiple choice than an essay test. We don't always have to explain ourselves, but we do have to constantly choose between things. I believe we are the sum of the choices we made, and things that happened to us, are the results of them and it's really the only thing that can happen in our lives. So, take your pick. Make peace with your own choices. No regrets. Because there may not be a parallel universe. Because life without a series of "what ifs" would be so much better. 

When One Door Closes

...another opens.

One day, this picture...

 ...would look like this:

And when that day comes, we probably would have been away, busy on some mission to save the world in ways we couldn't imagine now. Because one day, superheroes aren't the ones Stan Lee created for us. One day, superheroes would be people like you and me; people who try to survive each day constantly making this world a better place to live in, just so that our great-grandchildren don't have to migrate to Mars. 

So until that day, here's to a world bigger and wider than we've ever seen. I'll see you on top of it.

A.