Your wish is my command
My whole life, I dreamed about a woman who would come into my life—someone so special that I would do anything for her.
But now, I don’t think she exists.
It’s not possible.
She can’t possibly exist.
No one is perfect.
I dreamed so big that I went beyond this world,
to a land that doesn’t exist.
I built her up so high that now,
I don’t know how to settle for less.
How can I give up on my dreams?
How do I settle for less than what I deserve?
Is this why so many people live alone?
Are we naïve?
Are we holding out for the impossible?
Should I just settle and be content—
realizing this world is not fair, and make do with less?
No. I can’t.
I won’t give up on my dreams.
I’d rather be wrong.
I’ll stay here, happily alone—dreaming,
and holding out for what I deserve.
I believe I can dream until my dreams come true.
I always have.
But what I’m beginning to realize is—
I can’t dream one thing,
and then think and say another.
In one hand, I’m believing.
In the other, I’m saying no.
I ask for something and believe in it—
and in the next moment I think:
Maybe I don’t deserve it?
Maybe I can’t do it?
I’m finally realizing I’ve done this my whole life—
Seasons where I believed anything was possible,
times that were so good.
And then,
times I doubted.
Times I let the negative thoughts creep in,
stealing my dreams.
How do I stay positive—
in tune with my dreams—when bad things keep happening?
Do bad things happen because I let them in?
Did I think negative thoughts until they actually happened?
Did I make myself sick by thinking about it?
Is that really possible?
Yes.
Every bad thing that has happened to me started in the mind.
I had to think it was possible—for it to actually happen.
It was just an idea…
and then it happened.
Wow.
I thought something was possible—
and it happened.
I worried about a car wreck—and guess what?
It happened.
My dad had bypass surgery—so of course I will too.
For three years, my cardiologist said:
“You know—one day you’re going to need a couple stents.”
And I worried about it… until it actually happened.
Two stents.
That’s what he kept saying:
“A couple.”
And that’s what I got.
Just what I asked for.
It was just like a genie in a bottle—
giving me every thought.
Okay… so how do I stop thinking?
How do I remove every negative thought from my mind?
I’m not sure that I can.
But I can try.
I can believe it’s possible.
I can train my brain.
I can fill it with so much hope and energy
that it doesn’t have time to think anything else.
After all,
you can’t smile and frown at the same time.
My body is pure and fit.
My blood pumps freely.
My muscles are strong.
My skin is tight and smooth.
I have so much energy.
I can hear and see everything.
I can do anything I want.
I can go anywhere I want.
I can have anything I want.
And the genie said:
“Your wish is my command.”
