I met an old lady at the wishing well. I love old people, they’re so cool. They always have such wonderful stories and do not hesitate to shoot from the hip when unleashing them. This works out just fine for me because I really do enjoy listening to people. She was telling me the story of her granddaughter (who just happens to be a fellow dragon) and how she was stuck in a dead-end job that just made her absolutely miserable. Every morning she would wake up at the crack of dawn only to be stuck in hours and hours of traffic, work all day, and then return late at night only to barely have enough time to just eat and sleep and repeat the entire process all over again the very next day. A never ending cycle that would seemingly never be broken.
This world we live in truly is a rat race. A mad society driven by the tick of the clock. One can very easily find themselves trapped into a mundane routine of repetitive monotony. Before you know it we are all contained, burning tremendous amounts of energy to go absolutely nowhere.. like a hamster in a wheel.
So, she encouraged her daughter to follow her dreams and travel the world, because it is very important to do what makes you happy. Now, there is not a page in her passport that hasn’t been filled. She has found that missing joy in her life that makes her happiness complete.
|"Good Luck" has seen better days|
As our conversation came to close she was ready to make a wish. The whole thing seems to be set up as some sort of carnival game. You aim for the wish that you would like to be granted and shoot at it with a coin. Her wish was for “Good Luck”. Poor thing, she had arthritis and was unable to toss very well so she asked if I could achieve it for her. There were certainly other wishes that were in closer proximity and much more easily attainable, but I have never been able to turn cute little old ladies down.
I did the best that I possibly could, even the rimmed the bucket a few times, but I just didn’t quite make it in. I did however make it into the little cave area that the small vase was stationed in, so perhaps she will gain partial credit. And whatever part of the wish that the well does not grant her, I will make up for with a few wishful thoughts of my own.