I think it’s human nature to spend a whole life wanting something. Searching, looking, working for something more.
We spend 10 hours a day half haphazardly bent over the iridescent glow of a computer gazing into a pool of knowledge beyond our wildest dreams.

Looking, searching, working towards something greater. Right now is never enough.

There’s problems to be solved, stories to be told, and bills to be paid.

As I stare into the darkness, a single light barely illuminates a circle of smiling faces. Staring, waiting, hoping out of the kindness of their hearts, that I get exactly what I wish for.
As I squeeze my eyes shut, an overwhelming loud and enchantingly out of tune melody escapes from the guests mouths as I blow out the candles.

And in that fraction of a second, I feel like a fraud. I feel quite guilty. Because as tradition goes, there must be a wish.

But I have none.

In that moment, I realize everything I’ve ever wanted is standing right there in front of me.

And when you realize you have everything you’ve ever wished for, what happens next?