Saturday, November 5, 2016. I saw a comet. I needed that.
It was a comet, surely. Maybe hope. But blink and you will miss it. The extensive and wonderful display occurred more than a flash-fiction of superstitious beliefs. Even in the darkest hour, the comet had become a declaration of direction, beauty, and meaning. Ambition is good. Integrity is good. Purpose is good. All attributes I expected led on to fortunes and riches.
But, per usual, life allowed itself to be an irrationally inflatable object of hope. Life was—is—gritty, harsh, and honest. Numerous occasions I swore up and down, “I got this.” I was wrong. Again, I wrongly assumed college offered professional services and intellectual expertise to do well in the real world. Well, of course, I had been wrong before. For example, in the first grade, I was convinced shooting stars bestowed the power to fulfill wishes. That was okay. At least there was beauty in the attempt. New York Times columnist Alina Tugend wrote, “There are unexpected benefits of being wrong.” Astronomers suppose bright moonlight makes it strenuous to spot a comet. Saturday, November 5, 2016. I saw a comet. And this one had come with a message. I and those alike shall not yet be discouraged at life. In times of forgetfulness and despair…
“Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from. The next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and you open up your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it.”
“So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it, with all of your heart.”(anonymous)