If I ever found a genie in a bottle, my wishes would probably go like this. First, I would wish for beautiful singing voice, cause mine is terrible. Second, I would wish for just a little artistic talent, because, well , I stink at that too. And last, I would wish for a more charitable heart.
The problem is even my reasons for this last wish are selfish.
I am a grudge holder. A bad one. I'm still holding tight to grudges that are going into their second decade. It's not something I'm proud of. I know it's petty and kind of silly, but I just can't seem to help it. Big hurts, little slights, they're all the same to me. And I've got a long memory.
The kicker is, I know that no good comes from holding grudges. I am rationally aware that the only person I am hurting by holding them is myself.
It's like that old saying. Holding a grudge is like taking poison and hoping the other person will die.
That's why I wish I could be more like those charitable people who are able to summon sympathy for those who have done them wrong. It must be lovely to be one of those people who can forgive and let go so easily. They must live lighter lives than the rest of us.
I guess I'll never know until I find that magic lamp.