Want

The first time I was asked the question "What do you want?" I was speechless. Me? Want something? The idea was a novel concept. Throughout my life, all I'd ever focused on was getting what I knew I needed.

Now, the question "What do you want" still stumps me. What do I want? I want to have wings growing out my back so I can fly under my own power. I want to be able to swim without my eyes stinging, nose running, and lungs screaming for air. I want to not have to worry about what I need, because they are all supplied for me. I want diseases to either go away, or at least stop being contagious, so that I can touch anyone. I want to be able to experience my fantasies without having to fear the consequences of them. I want to be able to help anyone who needs it. I want to give a little bit of happiness to everyone in the world. I want my allergies to disappear. In short, I want the impossible. I doubt I'm alone in that though.

Along the lines of the more possible are the following:

I want my debts to disappear.
I want to be in shape.
I want to be loved.
I want to love.
I want to be able to make enough money, and explore my creative side.
I want to be able to finish my projects.
I want respect.

Along the lines of things that are possible, but not likely:

I want to come up with something to help foster children after they leave the system.
I want to teach.