11:11

A sign of divine guidance, a time for making wishes, and a reminder to stay present and mindful

11:11
— A sign of divine alignment, a moment to wish, a pause to be present.

What are wishes, really?
Are they desires cloaked in light?
Dreams cradled in the arms of hope?
A soft reaching—toward something more,
Something just out of grasp,
Yet deeply, achingly real.

"I want to be the next president."
"I want the burgundy Porsche."
"I want to fly. I want to dance."
"I want to be a billionaire."
"I want a family that feels like home."
"I want you to love me the way I love you."
"I want peace."
"I want to taste the world, one dish at a time."

But again—what are wishes?
Are they the spark that animates our stillness?
Are they illusions, or quiet revolutions inside us?
Do they make us more alive—
or simply keep us from falling apart?

Maybe they’re neither.
Maybe they’re the pulse beneath survival,
The whisper that says: keep going.
Because life—
As complex and brutal and bewildering as it is—
Doesn’t wait for us to understand it.
It asks only that we rise,
Again and again,
Toward the life we believe we deserve.

So yes—
It might be foolish.
It might be beautiful.
It might be both.
But perhaps, in the end,
Wishing is what makes us human

.So, what are you wishing for?