Salt, Please

Being female, I don't know very much about cars. But I do know when something feels strange while driving my car. That feeling resurfaced. Again. And my car broke down. Again. My first thought was, "If only I had all the money in the world, I wouldn't have to think twice, I'd go out and buy a NEW car right now!" I wouldn't even care what kind. Like most women I know, if asked to identify a car, our response is always - "It was a blue one." And that is all the identification we need in order to understand each other. Of course men don't understand this, and the lack of details such as model, year, fuel type, hubcap brand et cetera, et cetera, often leads to frustration on their part. Anyhow, I would get a racy red one. Just because I think it would be sexy and make me feel like a supermodel everyday (or at least someone famous in the making - which I am).

I then began to wonder into thoughts of wishes and dreams and I had to ask myself, "What would I wish for, if I could have just one wish?" The answer may seem simple at first. But the more you ask the question, the more seriously you debate your aspirations and life goals, and it all becomes rather interesting. And somewhat difficult.

It wouldn't be money. Because I want to earn that on my own so that the notes come with gratitude and wisdom and are only spent on enriching things.
It would not be on fame. Because not only will I also get that all on my own (at least in my dreams), but that world seems superficial and I don't think a Grammy or an Oscar is the only way to make a difference in the world we live in.
I would not wish for happiness. Because every time I am sad, I am learning another lesson and I am experiencing raw emotions that better my life and prepare my heart for the future. And every time I am angry I am expressing my passion for something and building my character.
I would not wish for love or friends. I have all the love I need, and the older I get the more I value the family love that surrounds me. I only want the friends that want to be mine, and I know now more than ever that love is an action and not a word. And friends who are active are true and those who slip between the cracks don't deserve the qualities I have to offer.

So the question remains, stranded without an answer. Like salt without the pepper. And I think I like it that way. There's a reason there are no genie's floating around. We might all make some irreversible mistakes...

Besides, I can have salt without the pepper on the plate put in front of me.