Wishes are pain. Something you can never have. Even if you could somehow realize one of your millions of daily wishes, it brings with it a sense of pointlessness and despair. How rare it is, a wish fulfilled. And it wasnt the right wish, or in the right way. It was just a tiny bit off. It wasnt what you meant, what you needed, or even, as it turns out, what you wanted. It isnt enough. It'll never be enough. A wish fulfilled is a dead wish, right? Wrong. It changes, metamorphasizes, becomes more. Wishes grow. Get one thing, and now if only you could have it this way instead. With the granting of each wish you change and edit it to make it become more fully what you want. But you will never get this new and improved wish, and that makes your original wish that was granted seem lacking, not good enough to even wish for. The newer version, brought on by the facts built by the knowledge gained by having what you wanted has replaced your old wish. The new wish has in fact negated the old one. Instead of joy over having what you used to think you wanted, now all you can think of is how you wished it had gone different. So, like I said, the point is to make you wish.

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mom read this and said "you think too much"

i think that pretty much sums it up, dont you?