Just something to wish for

I wish a day would count 48 hours. To sleep a bit more. But most of all to do all the things I have on my imaginary wish-list. To do what I say I would like to do, but never actually get to do. To discover some abilities I might have, without being sure of actually having them or not.

I wish a day would be a bit longer. With a bit more time to create moments to remember. With a bit more life to it. Who knows I might stop complaining about the fact that life really is - oh how I love clichés - too short. Who knows if my long todo list might get shorter.

I wish I still had the mind of myself as a child. When time was endless. When a day counted the hours you wanted it to count. When an hour was defined according to the guidelines of my own world. Where thighs lasted forever and growing old seemed never to come.

I wish I'll have a lot of time left to finish at least parts of the todo's on my wish-list. I'm working on it. Maybe I should stop looking for new things to put on there and start doing my homework. Maybe not. Maybe we're made to live with our lists. And maybe it's exactly our own personal list to keep us going.