She wandered around the world trying to meet everyone's expectations. She turned into beautiful girls and men of perfect appearance. In money, rain, long-awaited baby, medicine, reward, alms ...
Yes, that was her, the wish.
She did not complain that people quickly forgot about gratitude, nor about their greed or insidiousness. She was transformed not only into good wishes, but also into evil, sick and perverted ones. It was created to fulfill everything, whatever it was.
However, she soon realized that she could not achieve everything. There were too many people, dreams, unspoken longings, hidden whispers, secret thoughts ... She worked twice as hard, but she didn't succeed. Many people were left with wishes to which they had dedicated their whole lives, and which were never fulfilled. A lot of those who failed to get what they liked, so they were forced to love what they got.
Then the Desire began to change. She began to complain, to slack off, to spend time fulfilling her own whims, and not satisfying others. Was that a response to the reaction of the people she encountered when she did not fulfill what they wanted? Or was it a response to the despair that was suffocating her and forcing her to become vicious? She didn't know either. She just felt like she was changing. But not for the better.
Happiness depended on Desire, and she seemed to love that game of power. As if she liked to watch her opponent crumble, fall at her feet, overwhelm her with false promises. As if she loved playing that game where she was always the winner.
It was not clear to her why they were hiding themselves, why they were so afraid of their qualities. They thought the problem was in Desire, and she thought the problem was in them. It was dangerous, and poisonous to some. The saying soon came up: Watch what you want, maybe it will come true.
Dobar clanak. A istina je, oprezno sa zeljama , mozda se i ispune.