Wishes

No kid wants to be special. I mean, when you’re a kid, and as you grow up and enter your teen years, no one wants to be special. You want to be average, you want to be normal, and you want to fit in. But you don’t want to be special, unique or different from everyone else. No kid wants to be special. When I was little I used to wish on stars, on birthday candles, on wish chips, to just be like everybody else. I wanted to be normal, I wanted to fit in. I would just wish to have a chance at a normal life. It might be just me, but I don’t think that’s what normal kids wish for on their birthdays, a chance to live without being in the prison of their disease. But I would wish that I would be normal. I didn’t want to be special. I wanted to fit in. I didn’t want to live in a world of hospitals and tests and doctors. I wanted to live in a world where I had no limits. Where I could do everything, be everything and no longer be in this prison. As I’m growing older, I don’t wish for that anymore. The only limits I have are the ones I set for myself. I may not feel like it some days, but it’s true. I can do anything I set my mind to. I don’t need wishing stars or birthday candles. I am going to fight. I am going to fight and win. Not on wishing stars, but by fighting. I am going to fight every day, and when I don’t think I can fight anymore, I’m going to keep going and fight anyways. I am not going to give up. I am going to win this battle. Not by wishing it away, but by fighting with everything I am.