Somewhere on the outskirts of the Universe, there was a little shop. Many years ago, a hurricane blew away the sign and the owner decided not to put up a new one since every local person knew that the shop was selling wishes.
The shop was huge. It had a vast variety of things that you could buy: health, expensive yachts, penthouse apartments, marriage, vice-president position in a big corporation, money, children, any kind of job, beautiful and slim body, winning in a competition, luxury cars, power, success and much more. The only two things that were not for sale were life and death – those products were managed by the Head office located in another Galaxy.
The first thing that everyone who came to the shop wanted to know was the price of their wish (and there were those who had their wishes but never visited the shop, they just stayed home and wondered how to make their wish come true without doing anything about it).
Prices were different. For example, the price for the dream job was abandoning stability and predictability. Further, it included readiness to plan self-reliantly and structure a life, having faith in own strengths and performing work where desired, rather than where necessary. In other words, braving out of shallow water into the deep sea.
Power and authority were more expensive: one would have to relinquish their own beliefs, in order to be able to give a rational explanation in difficult situations, to learn how to say “no” to others, to know one’s own value (and it was mandatory that to be high enough to be able to afford that wish), to allow oneself to declare their true self regardless of other people’s approval or disapproval.
Some of the prices for the wishes were very weird – one could purchase a marriage at close to nothing, however leading a happy life was very expensive. One had to pay with full responsibility for their own happiness and the ability to experience joy in life. Moreover, one had to be perfectly aware of their own desires and to abandon constantly pleasing others, cherish what they already have, allowing themselves to be happy while appreciating their own values and abilities. Sometimes the price was higher than expected as one had to give up their “victim” role or part ways with some friends or associates.
Not everyone who came to the store and wanted their wish to come true was ready to pay the price of the wish they wanted to manifest. Some would turn around and leave after they saw the prices. Others would stay for a long time contemplating ways to acquire the needed resources. Some would complain about the prices being too high, trying to get a discount or asking when the next sale is going to be.
There were also those who would just go to the store and give up all of their savings in the name of their beloved wish. They would give up all of their resources to receive their cherished wish and would leave the store with it wrapped in a nice riffle paper. Other shoppers would stare with envy at the lucky customers and gossip that they got their wish just because they knew the owner of the shop personally and he granted them the wish without much work.
The owner of the shop was asked to lower the prices many times in order to increase the number of customers. However, he would always refuse to do so because the quality of the wishes would suffer if the prices were lowered. When someone would ask the owner if he was afraid he’d go bankrupt, he would always shake his head and say that all through time there will always be the brave ones, those who are ready to take the risk and change their life, those who would refuse to live an average and predictable life, those who believe in themselves, those who have the strength and energy to pay for making their wishes come true.
P.S. The door of the shop had a small poster that had been there for the last hundred years or even more: “If your wish has not come true, then you haven’t paid the full price for it yet”