A Thousand Paper Cranes

There are many different ways to make A wish heard. Wishing trees, wells, and even walls all for one purpose. Each culture seems to have their own way to make their wants known to the universe. One of my favorite traditions is from japan and consists of folding one thousand paper cranes that grant one wish. Each bird made with hope and every fold containing a small fragment of the wish itself. Starting with the paper bird above I have begun to make a thousand cranes. Each bird with a word written inside, together forming my third wish. I have made two wishes in my life, both were granted. I managed however to expertly squander both. This wish is different. I will no longer waste them on my own desires and aspirations. I have learned that what we want for ourselves is usually not what we need. Often causing trouble and even on occasion harming others. So this wish will not involve my personal hopes or preferences. In fact it will not involve me at all. It is likely that I will never even know its fate. This time my wish will be for another person. I had to learn the hard way what wishes are for, other people. They are not to improve on your own life. They do not exist so that one may use them for personal gain. They exist so we can support, help, and hopefully heal one another. Tossing a coin into a well hoping for wealth will only bring you ruin. Tying a piece of cloth to a tree with power in mind just brings turmoil. I implore you to make those wishes not for your own gain but that of another. Watching the life of another improve by your action is one of the greatest rewards. Far more satisfying that whatever would come of A wish made for oneself. You don’t even need to fold a multitude of cranes. Pick up the nearest dandelion and blow. Look up at the full moon. Catch your clock at 11:11. Look for a star streaking across the sky. Speak your wish, so long that it is for a friend.

The Rare Occasion That School Teaches Us About Ourselves

I received my first real writing assignment when I was 12. Tasked with filling a page I was overwhelmed. I had never written more than a paragraph! Hearing my dismay the teacher suggested that I write about something I liked. “Something I like” I thought to myself. At the time camping was a common activity with my family, I thoroughly enjoyed camping, and I came to the conclusion that I had to write on that. What happened next I could have never prepared for, my pencil was moving of its own volition, Possessed it effortlessly filled my paper. The child holding that pencil was amazed with what was happening, never had I expressed myself quite like this. As my mind, heart, and hand worked together I developed a special place in my heart for words and writing. From then the daily writing assignment was something I looked forward to. Given ten Minutes (which was never enough) to take the suggested daily writing prompt I would weave obscure tales and narratives that reflected my interests and friends. When it came time to share I was usually the first to offer, I enjoyed enrapturing the class with my words. They were listening to what I had written, Laughing with me! The class, invested in my story would often moan in anguish when I ended my adventure with my common catchphrase “and then I woke up” their reaction would bring a smile to my face. Their audible indication that they had been listening was special to me. When the school year ended so did the prompts. Writing on my own? What would be the point in that? I failed to realize the outlet that writing had been. With no real direction I lost my passion to write and express myself. Sure the feeling came back from time to time in the occasional writing assignment but it never stuck. It may have taken a long time but I have picked it back up. Despite my lack of knowledge, I move forward doing what I enjoy. In time I hope to be a better writer but I will never achieve this goal by sitting Idly by.