Once upon a time, in a land not too far away, there lived a young man with a head full of dreams.
Every night he would fall asleep and tour castles in the air and see the world on one long magic carpet ride.
Every morning he would wake up, but instead of feeling refreshed, he felt sad. Sad that his dreams stayed only in his head while the carpet in his living room grew dustier by the day.
Then just before the young man’s wheeze developed into a dust allergy, he came across a rusty looking lamp at his local charity shop.
Intrigued by what the lamp would look like after a clean, he gave it a good rub.
And that’s the moment when everything changed.
The young man discovered the genie’s promise of three wishes was no more than a myth, one that the genie had herself made up to stop greedy people from wanting more without taking the time to figure out what they really needed.
And it was a long time before the young man made his first wish for he didn’t want to wish his life away.
And so it was and always will be that everything we dream of begins with a wish.