tell me your wish and I will tell you who you are

“Formerly, when I would feel a desire to understand someone, or myself, I would take into consideration not actions, in which everything is relative, but wishes. Tell me what you want and I’ll tell you who you are.” ― Anton Chekhov

Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.
 Birthday candles, falling stars, first stars, wishbones, eyelashes, dandelions, ladybugs, rainbows, stubbing your right toe, discovering your underwear is showing, the same words spoken at the same time with another, walking through the entrance of a zoo backwards, the first day of a new month, the moon on your birthday, finding a penny, holding your breath through a tunnel, first snowflake of winter, eating the first of any fresh vegetable of the season.
These are all things people wish on.
We wish when we want help. We wish when we want something badly.  We wish when we suspend disbelief and give something somewhere some power over us and our story.