One Beautiful Wish
- Luka
- Sep 24
- 4 min read
There are many wishes in this life that I desire; mostly, none of them are about myself, but rather about the wishes that would change the lives of the people I love, the world, or people in need... refugees, beggars, the poor, and the hungry. I’ve come to know that I'm at the receiving end of being many people's one wish, which makes my heart beat with love, gratitude, and celebration. And if I were allowed for that one wish to be about me, it would be one beautiful wish indeed.
Before I express everything I'd do if I received my one beautiful wish, I need to confess to you, Dolls, what that one beautiful wish is. The one wish many have for me is that I recover from my eating disorder. I cherish the fact that I am lucky enough to have multiple people in this world who love me deeply enough to use their one wish, if possible, on me. I don't just cherish it. It means everything to me - that they worry and care so apparently that they would redeem me from my daily, hourly, minute-by-minute suffering if they could.
If I were granted this one beautiful wish, I think I would find it very difficult to know how to start my day. I would be so overcome with relief and pleasure that I would want to run frivolously in a field of yellow daisies. But I would remain calm because I'd be so content. I don't know exactly what I would do first, though I know for certain that it would be a moment spent with the people who would undoubtedly be feeling as much joy as I - my Mum, Dad, and dog, Archie. I do know for certain, though, that all four of us would be hugging, holding each other, and embracing joyously with tears of happiness in our eyes. It would be a moment so special. If I were granted this wish, we'd then go to our local coffee shop where my best friend works, I'd order a coffee with milk I didn't measure and purchase fresh pastries to share on the beach, being infectiously annoying to everybody else in the coffee shop with our exciteable squeals and beaming smiles, a breath of fresh air that nobody else would understand that we were breathing. For them, the oxygen would be normal, but for us, this moment would be an unfathomable beauty. If I were granted this one beautiful wish, the day would be bright blue, the clouds would be fluffy and marshmallow-like, and the birds would be singing an enchanting birdsong impossible not to hear. I'd have the energy to run and skip and pounce, and so I would, with Archie, grandly and for so long that he'd become tired and I would want to keep going for hours, for days, just to make up for every moment of energy unspent on my behalf, giving him the moments I once couldn't and now could. I'd feel pride knowing that I was the cause of that beaming smile stained upon his perfect face, his tongue panting out the side of his mouth, and his eyes squinting with disbelief that I was there with him, for him, bouncing up and down our favourite beach together. When we came home, I would get my mum to bake me a cake to celebrate, her act of love, the act of love that anorexia has disabled her from expressing to me for so many hopeful, unforgettable, tainted years. She would ask me what flavour I’d want, and I’d tell her I wanted vanilla with buttercream icing; simple but a classic, perfect for the pure perfection that it was to be able to share this moment together. Whilst she was baking, I’d go for a walk, a stroll, the way you do when you have the capacity and an exquisite day before you. Along the way, I’d pick her and my dad a fresh bunch of flowers to say ‘thank you, thank you so much, thank you in a way I can’t explain’. When I came home, the smell of sugar would be warming up our love house. Freedom. Freedom at last, I’d think and feel. Then, as we all licked a beater, we’d be watching a movie just us four - Mum, Dad, Archie & me. We love watching movies on the weekend, and my one perfect wish would fall on a Saturday. In the afternoon, I’d be writing my book, and these incredible ideas would be illuminating themselves in my healthy, nourished brain. I’d take a break around 3 pm as my mum came up behind me, surprising me, kissing me a million times all over my cheeks and forehead. She’d say, ‘It’s ready, Wookie.’ My family would join me where I was writing, in the backyard, with bluebells surrounding us and the sunlight encapsulating the space, beaming through the bushes and trees. We’d all have a slice of cake. It would be the best cake she’d ever made. As they did the dishes, I’d feel overcome with more things to write, and it would go into the late afternoon just as the pink sky was rolling into the dusk. We’d then go for an ice cream at the beach and walk along the longest pier in town all together, watching the pelicans and dolphins, and the fish. At night, I wouldn't be fretting over the day that had passed; the calories, the quantities, the health factor, the steps, the timing. I'd be at peace. The day would feel delightful. I'd remember what it felt like to have a good day.
One beautiful wish is my only true wish at the moment. Every day, I make wishes, and they are the wishes that slowly kill me. So I need to attain the joy of this post in inspiring me to make different wishes, just this 'One Beautiful Wish'. ❤️
Kisses,
Cos x
